You … You had always made the future feel safe. As long as you were in it too, beside me, I could be okay.

But an apology too — you think you’re giving something, but you’re not. You’re really asking for something. You’re asking for forgiveness, you’re asking for the other injured person to make it okay for you. Apologies were harder work for the person getting one than the person giving one.

When you raise an animal, you live it like your own child.

Maybe sometimes you just feel like everything can be taken from you all at once.

It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.

But my apology was a thousand apologies.

Love can come when you're already who you are, when you're filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.