With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.