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.

I find my greatest strengths in wanting ti be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave.

But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest -- the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.