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

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.

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

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.

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

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

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