You just have to let people love you in the way they can

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

I love you, I'll never stop.

I'm writing this down, because it is going to be hard for me to say it. Because this is probably our last time just us. See, I can write that down, but I don't think I can say it. I'm not doing this to say goodbye, though I know that has to be part of it. I'm doing it to thank you for all we have had and done and been for one another, to say I love you for making this life of mine what it is. Leaving you is the hardest thing I have to do. But the thing is, the best parts of me are in you, all three of you. You are who I am, and what I cherish in myself stays on in you.

You get older and you learn there is one sentence just four worlds long and if you can say it to yourself it offers more comfort than almost any other. It goes like this… Ready ” “Ready.” “At least I tried.