Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

It was about grace, she decides, something that has been missing from her own life. ... She wants to be the kind of person who can bestow unearned kindness on another, replace bitterness with empathy, forgive only for the sake of forgiving.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

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

I'm going to keep seeing him as much as I can. We'll see what happens," I say, realizing that just "seeing what happens" is my version of "going for it.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side.