These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.

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

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

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

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.