If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

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

And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

If you want to be loved, be a lovable. It's a good place to start.

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.