Sometimes good choices are really bad ones, wrapped up in so much fear you can't even see straight.

My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.

A person shows signs of clutching on too fast, of being needy, of not hearing the word "no," of jealousy, of guarding you and your freedom. But the signs can be so small they skitter right past you. Sometimes they dance past, looking satiny, something you should applaud. Someone's jealousy can make you feel good. Special. But it's not even about you. It's about a hand that is already gripping. It's about their need, circling around your throat

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

Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.

The hurt affects your ability to go forward.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.