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.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

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

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.