And that is how Goodwin problems were always fixed. Fix them on the surface but don't go to the root, always ignoring the elephant in the room. I think that morning was when I realized I'd grown up with an elephant in every room of my life. It was practically our family pet.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things really don't matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have.

We each have our hiding places and we each put up with the little quirks of the people we love.

Is not where I live happily ever after, or who with. It's the fact that I live happily ever after.

That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You’re both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.

Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.

This house isn't mine anymore, but the memories are; the memories can't be sold. The building that housed my once-upon-a-time dreams stands for someone else now, as it did for the people before us, and I feel happy to let it go. Happy that I can begin again, anew, though bearing the scars of before. They represent wounds that have healed.