Twenty-Five Twenty-One: Youth, Dreams & First Love

I don't want to forget. Not even the painful parts.

You can't keep people who are meant to leave. But you can remember them.

If I can't fence, who am I? I need to know who I am without it.

Your 22-year-old self is still somewhere inside you. Don't let it disappear.

First love is not about the person. It's about who you become because of them.

Some people come into your life just to teach you something.

Dreams don't wait for the right moment. You have to chase them right now.

I'm afraid of losing. But I'm more afraid of never trying.

There are people who change your life by just being in it.

Youth is not a time. It's a feeling.

I want to be someone who doesn't regret. Someone who gave everything.

Even endings can be beautiful.

When the world was crumbling, you were the one steady thing.

I was 18. You were 22. And somehow it was exactly right.

The best years of my life — they were the years I spent becoming myself.