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

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

It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.

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You don’t share me. You own me.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow. And I can understand why you're angry, but you can't blame me. You can't hate me for taking your word.