Your hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.

When You Weren’t Looking The child became a woman, though she wasn’t ready to. Don’t ask how or why. Those questions are not important ones. Can’t you see you didn’t care enough to notice?

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.