I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

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.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.