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

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

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.