Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.

Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.

It was like everyone suddenly knew what mattered. Money didn't matter. Politics didn't matter. Tabloid news didn't matter. No-compassion mattered. Calm mattered. Respect mattered. Did it really take something of this magnitude to make us realize this?

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.