We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

But the little things are what make up life

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

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

Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.