that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.