Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

Firsts are best because they are beginnings

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it