If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.