You want to write something as good as what you've read.
Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.
Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.
I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.
A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.
It's like the psychiatrists themselves are buying into that stupid belief that therapy is something to hide.