I do not expect to get what I want, so I don't. And I don't even try.

Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.

I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.

Throughout the ordeal, I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad. Anger was something I could control. I could settle into an easy rhythm of blame and hate. Focus my energy on something than the ache in my heart.

I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.

I'm nostalgic and I do think about a "what if."

True love is supposed to make you into a better person-uplift you.