She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?

That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.

I waited a second. Should I? No... but I will.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.