Change is the very nature of life - welcome it.
No glass ever became sand again;
No bread ever became wheat;
No ripened fruit ever became a flower.
--Welcome change, and choose what kind of glass you create, what kind of bread you bake, and what kind of fruit you harvest.
Meet me at our old spot. I know it's been awhile, but I think we need to talk. I'm falling again.
I never thought this would happen.
I never thought my old feelings for you would resurface.
Is this even meant to be?
Is this even real?
Doesn’t feel that way.
… What if I hurt you again?
I wouldn’t be able to live with that. And you wouldn’t either.
So I guess I won’t—I mean, I won’t.
No, this isn’t a rebound. At least I don’t think so—I mean, I know. I love you. I think … I mean, I'm sure.
No, this isn’t a rebound.
At least I don’t think so—I mean, I know.
I love you.
I think …
I mean, I'm sure.