"I miss you
I miss the sound of your laugh—carefree and light,
Like a favorite song I hadn’t heard in awhile.
I miss your smile, beaming brighter than a thousand suns…
Lighting up the darkest of places,
Infectious in its intensity
I miss the feel of your lips on mine
Perfect and full
I miss it
The way the moment I ventured to kiss you
A match lit in a methane filled room
The intensity with which you’d grab me
Hungry
As if you’d been craving me
All this time that we were apart…
I miss dancing with you
Alone together in a crowded room
The music mesmerizing
Our bodies moving in perfect synchronization
Swaying to the beat
Every nerve ending ablaze
Electricity crackling between us
I miss the way you looked at me that night
Your eyes never leaving mine
Two lost souls seeking the North Star
Existing in an eclipse
And discovering, for the first time,
The moon again.
I miss the way we made everything feel like an adventure
I miss the way we made everything brand new
I miss the peace you brought me
Like a warm fire on a cold day
Like coming home…
Your existence a ray of hope
That I might not be alone in this world.
Soothing my fears
Of a future unknown
Of a future alone." -unknown
"I think it was really tough for people to swallow because they knew this was the last episode ever, so if they didn’t get everything they wanted out of that story, they’re going to be upset. I totally understand that. But the thing I want to say to those people is: I think the show was supposed to end in year six with Charlotte revealed as “A.” When we decided to continue working on it and decided to create a new character, it’s a genesis story. It’s going to be a genesis story because somebody had to pick up the lead from Charlotte. I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry." - Troian Bellisario
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"I truly believe that you were the first person that ever fell in love with me.
Oh sure, there were people before you that I loved, and who liked me well enough for a time. But you-
You would spend hours carding your fingers through my hair as I read. You once told me all of the little habits I had that you found endearing. You wrote poetry about my eyes.
You used to keep me awake until four in the morning, talking about any subject that crossed your mind, but I never minded because you have always been so fascinating to me.
So when you stopped loving me, it was the first time that I really believed that the terrible parts of me were greater than the beautiful things.
I didn’t realize that I would lose myself along with you." - K.S
