You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

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

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.