Too Late

and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.

Love. Love is not found. Love finds

He hugs me. That's all he does. He hugs me tightly without a word, yet I can feel everything he's saying.

I guess that's the difference in being loved the right way and the wrong way. You either feel tethered to an anchor...or you feel like you're flying.

Worries flow from her lips like the random words that flow from her fingertips. I reach out and try to catch them, clenching them in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them all.

Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.

Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air. Asa

He's not safe. He's the shark-infested deep end of the sea and if I agree to go out with him, I'd be walking the plank, right off the boat and into his dark depth. How am I supposed to do that when I don't even know if I can swim?

Love is not found, love finds.

I'm definitely an introvert, because people drain me. And now I need silence to refuel.

He unclenched his fists and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back up and dusted them off. She wants to be able to hold them herself now.

You hold a fucking door open for a girl, she automatically thinks you´re a gentlemen. She thinks you´re the type of guy who would treat his mother like a queen. Girls see guys with manners and think there is no way they could be dangerous. I held every fucking door open for Sloan that I could find.

I cried because I realized that no matter who he’s become, a part of me is still in love with him...because I don’t know how not to be. I

Guys can be real fuckers sometimes. I

Luke makes me feel like I’m floating. I guess that’s the difference between being loved the right way and the wrong way. You either feel tethered to an anchor...or you feel like you’re flying.

He unclenched his fists and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back up and dusted them off. She wants to be able to hold them herself now. I

I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper in her damp hair. "You're all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You're all I see.

You're all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You're all I see.

Whenever I'm around him, all I can think about is how much more I want to be around him.

The journey from first breath to death has nothing to do with miracles, how much you pray, coincidences, or divine intervention. Sometimes

Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air.

The journey from first breath to death has nothing to do with miracles, how much you pray, coincidences, or divine intervention.

I don’t even know why I’m crying. Maybe it’s because, until this moment, I had no idea what it felt like to be valued. What it felt like to be respected. Until this moment, I had no idea what it felt like to be cared for.

Fuck my father and his bullshit philosophies on love.

I squeeze my eyes shut and whisper in her damp hair. 'You're all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You're all I see.

He cared more about the life of a kid he didn’t even know than he did about his own career. And that’s not a flaw, Sloan. That’s a character trait. Pretty sure they call it compassion,

You can’t drown in Fred water if the cruise ship is full of salmon tacos.” Sloan

El amor no debe sentirse como peso añadido. Se debe hacerte sentir tan ligero como el aire.

But it feels good just getting it out—letting someone else know how much hatred I’m harboring.