Sometimes people write the things that they can’t say.

We fell in love. And at some point the people that we loved forgot to love us back.

Some times people put up walls, not to keep people away, but to see who cares enough to tear those walls down.

When I first got here, everyone thought I came for a girl, the girl in the book, but I only came here to make a movie; but now it turns out everyone was right: I am here for the girl in the book, the other girl.

What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say there is no one else that you could ever be with and that you’d rather be alone than without me.