Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

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.

But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered