We can’t waste too much time missing something or someone from the past. We accept that life’s never constant; things change and people grow apart. Yet we can’t stop thinking about how good it used to be; afraid that we’d never experience it again, afraid that we’ve already lived it and lost it.

You know you’re in love when all it takes is one song to make you think of him. And you can’t hear anything except the music and your heart beating. All of a sudden you find it hard to breathe, butterflies are in your stomach, and tears are running down your cheeks. But you don’t know why.