He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.

People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.