I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

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.