Just because it turned out bad, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?

The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.

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

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

Fear was the biggest bullshitter, he’d said. But sometimes, too, fear told the truth.