Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.— Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)
Reach out, hold on tight. I know it hurts, but keep trying. — Emarosa (via balancing-on-one-fine-wire)