There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.