We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

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

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.