people who say its a long story, mean it's a stupid short one that they are too embarrassed and couldn't be bothered to tell

Alone because love was one of those feelings that you could never have control of. And she needed to be in control. She had loved before, had been loved, had tasted what it was to dream, and had felt what it was to dance on air. She had also learned what it was to cruelly land back on the earth with a thud.

sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

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.

they worry about my sanity i join with them on that

Life is funny isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction. And that’s with following all the signposts

Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives.