Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

I'm falling in love. I am in love. And it's not with Xander, though I do love him. I'm sure of that, as sure as I am of the fact what I feel for Ky is something different.

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle-it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.