And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.