We dont have to accept each others beliefs..but we do have to accept each others right to believe them.

It's disappointing to know that someone can see right through you.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.

Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.