If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.

Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

I know what it's like to start something and have it suddenly grow out of control. And you want to get rid of it, because it's hurting you and everyone else around you, but every time you try to do that, it consumes you again.

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.