After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

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

And maybe it is only by finding yourself that you can feel the true intensity of becoming close to another person.