Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

There are different ways to be confused about how someone's disappointed you. Some lie about the future because they wanted to forget the past. But some will lie about the past because they think it will give you both a future.

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?