I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.