Life could take on any number of shapes while you were busy fighting your own demons. But if you were changing at the same rate as the person beside you, nothing else really mattered. You became each other's constant.

You can't win. Either you have the baby and wear your pain on the outside, or you don't have the baby, and you keep that ache in you forever

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

I've been an idiot to think that real life could have a happy ending