Maturity is exhausting. I was better off being naive.

I'm not heartless. I appear so because I'm afraid of getting hurt. I'm one of those fragile hearts that once cared too much.

I think we all men are like fine wine. We start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of us until we are turned into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Just because you're unhappy doesn't mean you have to ruin someone else's happiness too ...

It’s never too late to tell yourself all the things you needed to hear as a child but didn’t.

If you’re close to her, everyone would know it. If they don’t, only you think you’re close to her.

I’ve come to the conclusion that, although unintentional, these parts of me that hurt now will be tender forever.

The roads I’ve abandoned. The people I’ve left behind.

You know how you go to a room, stand for a while and can’t recall why you went there? That’s my entire life.

That awkward moment when you’re trying to get over someone you have never dated.