To know other people thought he'd made a mistake vindicated me. I wasn't a bad girlfriend, he was simply going through a period of temporary insanity and he'd come to his senses soon.

He just hijacks me. I love him. And I won't be able to give anyone a real chance until that's over.

I think what love is changes over time, as you grow older, learn more, do more.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

It's the ones you love the most who can lift you in an instant, and destroy you without trying.

I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.

Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain