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

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.