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.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

Really? Was that how you quit me?

No one is who they pretend to be

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.