...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.

What’s the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you’re faking.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Your hand fits mine like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.