In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
she was the kind of girlfriend god gives you young, so you’ll know loss for the rest of your life
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine
and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.