It’s easy to be friendly. But some people assume friendliness should mean unbridled openness. Far too often I’ve seen how some people would lovebomb strangers in the hope that they will win their trust and friendship.
I think true friendship takes time.
The adult in me thinks that she is very juvenile and naive, and I wonder if I’m just too jaded to enjoy how whimsical she is, how her whole world seemed to be rose-colored and bright.
What do we actually lose when someone dies? (How can you lose a potential, anyway?)
I like it now that it’s cooler, but I also dread that winter is almost here.
Memories to cringe over are a small price we pay for living long enough.
Life is a series of untaken roads and unfulfilled potentials.
When you get stuck in something—even when it’s something good—long enough, you start craving for something better.