He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.

the only thing you need to do for now is get some rest and take good care of yourself until you do know the answer

Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.

In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change.

But at some point you have to make peace with what you were given and if God wanted me to be a shy girl with think, dark hair, He would have made me that way, but He didn't. Useful, then, might be to accept how I was made and embody myself fully therein.

Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience.