I don’t want anything from you, at all. I just want to be the person you choose to sit next to in a room full with all the people you have known.
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
There are certain things I want to keep to me. I don’t discuss my private life.
The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.