But sometimes, in order to win, you have to make sacrifices.

I don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

Just so you know: if this ever happens to you, you will not be ready.