"I’m trying to write a piece of music that’s about what it feels like to be on the beach with you right now."
"It’ll hurt to see the truth, as solid and tangible as it is temporary, lying there before you. Stick it on your bathroom mirror, look at it every night as you brush your teeth, see the reality for what it is; let it grow old and wither — like a polaroid photograph fading under the unforgiving midday sun. You’ll pass it every morning until it one day slips to the floor, while you’re at work or in the shower, and becomes nothing more than another simple, fluorescent piece of paper.
At first, all wounds hurt, but then they scab, and the scabs heal, and soon, there is new skin. With time, you’ll stop noticing the ache because the ache will not be there any more. Unrequited love will always be painful, but with the necessary time, respect, and understanding, your heart will soon become available once more. Your love will move on; not with a bang, but a whimper.”