She was smart and funny and vulnerable and just so goddamned beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was worth being shot down over.

Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.

At this point in my life, I'm not looking for any happy endings. I'm just looking to get things started.

There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.

We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

I wake up like this, this sense that I've somehow been transported to an alternate universe where my life took a left instead of a right beacuse of some seeemingly insignificant yet cosmically crucial choice I've made, about a girl or a kiss or a date or a job or which Starbucks I went into...something.