this is why we call people exes, I guess - because the paths that cross in the middle end up separating at the end. it's too easy to see an X as a cross-out. it's not, because there's no way to cross out something like that. the X is a diagram of two paths.

You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.