I think you can love a person too much. You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?

People believed what they wanted to believe, no matter what was right in front of their eyes.

This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.

It takes two people to make a friendship work