Ana Huang

It was strange how love could be both a comfort and a weapon, wielded at will by the person who knew us best.

Sometimes, the things we want the most are the things we shouldn't have.

There are some things in life that are too beautiful to be tainted by reality.

The heart is a funny thing; it can break and still beat.

In the end, we are all just stories, waiting to be told.

Trust is fragile, once broken it can never be the same.

Sometimes, the past is a ghost that haunts us no matter how far we run.

We all have demons inside us; it’s what we do with them that counts.

Sometimes, love is a storm that leaves nothing but destruction in its wake.

Happiness is not the absence of problems but the ability to deal with them.

Every scar tells a story, a reminder of where we’ve been and what we’ve overcome.

There’s something freeing about letting go, even if it terrifies us.