I wanted proof, not promises.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

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.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.