Things happen in life and you can’t control them. It sucks and you have to move on.

I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

I know you love her. I’ve never seen you act this crazed in your life. I get that. But Nan hates her. If you love Blaire then protect her from the venom that is dripping from your sister’s fangs. Or I will.

I couldn't forget. I couldn't break. She had the power to break me. No one had ever been given that power, ever.

How do I soothe his ache when mine was a big gaping hole large enough for both of us to fit in?

Write every day. Writing is a muscle that gets stronger with use.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.