So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.

Empathy took the edge off, and the truth is, we need our edge. Our edge is trying to speak to us, and we are too, too good at shutting it up.

Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.

Sometimes you've got to make a mess before you clean it up.

Then again, what are liars if not great magicians?

I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day get there and get to stay.

So I put up with bad behavior in the name of loving the way I thought you were supposed to love.