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

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

Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?

This wasn't because he liked me, I was sure. It had more to do with him banking on what we of wedding age had all become witnesses to-how during these wedding weekends, single women, feeling a little lonely, maybe, or just feeling a little too far from being the bride, found themselves loosening their own rules, opting to be more flexible, more quickly.

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.

People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.

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