Promise me we’ll meet here in another life. You and I. This place where we first met and fell in love in this life. Promise me. We’ll meet here. You and I. Promise me. Promise me we’ll fall in love with each other again in another life. Promise me. You and I. Because one life is not enough for me to fall in love with you. Because one life is not enough for me to feel your love for me. Because one life is not enough for you and me. For you and I.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 209
Truth is that true love heals you and never breaks you. It’s not something that is self-destructive. It’s something that makes us write poetry and songs. It’s something that makes us better.
I hope that you will find someone like me in the future. Someone who loved you in times of your sadness.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 203
Every poem that I’ve created was yours. I thought they were mine, but they were yours. And I wish I could’ve kept them. And I wish I could’ve kept you.
—Confessions of a Wallflower, page 207
It’s six o’ clock in the evening, and I’m thinking of her. How she heals me. How she makes me happy. How she makes me smile. How she makes me feel like life’s worth living.
There’s a setting sun landing on a leaf that reminds me of her. That reminds me of a love. A hope. A joy. A peace that I’ll be dying valiantly knowing that I have loved and made memories with this woman whom I greatly shared my sufferings with.
I couldn’t thank the universe enough for bringing this woman into my life. She was created to be kissed, loved, and given flowers every day. And that’s probably all I can do while I still have time.
We do not remember the days we hurt,
We remember the moments we heal.
We do not remember days of despair,
We remember moments of hope.
We do not remember days of sorrow,
We remember moments of love.