You’re upset when I don’t express myself.. but when I do it’s not what you want to hear.
So I’ll just keep this to myself again and you can fuck off.
She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)