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.

I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don't know if those two things can both be true, but that's how it was.

You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.

Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

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