something is always falling apart in me.

I knew that somewhere God was laughing. He had taken the other half of my heart, the one person who knew me better than I knew myself, and He had done what nothing else could do. By bringing us together, He had set into motion the one thing that could tear us apart.

Someone once told me that when you give birth to a daughter, you've just met the person whose hand you'll be holding the day you die.

They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

What you had could never make up for what you'd lost.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.