In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.” “Really? Was that how you quit me?

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.