It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

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

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.

We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job.

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

I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

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.