The lonely reality of the truth-that the most important person in your life suddenly ceased to exist. Which on a bad day meant maybe she had never existed at all. And on a good day, there was the other fear. That even if you were a hundred percent sure she had been there, maybe you were the only one who cared or remembered.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.