“Somehow no matter how odd the combinations are, they always end up looking perfect together.”
“No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”
“Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”
“We meet. We always meet, somehow we're always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.”
“In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name.”
“An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.”