You just work through it. You just hang in there.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

When the sun shines, you let it shine on you

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

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