We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.