“Love is a teacher, but one must know how to acquire it, for it is difficult to acquire, it is dearly bought, by long work over a long time, for one ought to love not for a chance moment but for all time. Anyone, even a wicked man, can love by chance.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Brothers Karamazov)
Sometimes, I wonder why we met, why we became friends, why … we were so “inseparable.” The end was inevitable; everything foreseeable and we knew it. Instead of staying away from each other and that vexatious ardor, we only grew closer and more attached to each other. I somehow regret it all despite of the short-lived happiness; I am not bitter and you, are still a jughead. Maybe, someday when I am no longer reminiscing and missing you, I will be granted with that ability to smile at those memories. Maybe.
“Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities — always see them, for they’re always there.”—Norman Vincent Peale (via julie911)
“There will be many other nights like this,
And I’ll be standing here with someone new.
There will be other songs to sing,
Another fall… another spring…
But there will never be another you.”—"There Will Never Be Another You"