If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

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

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

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.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.