I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.

Knowing what you need doesn't always mean you know how to get it, though. I'd spent a long time hiding in my cave. No matter how much I might want to come out into the light, I knew it would hurt my eyes. I was a fool. A fool, but nevertheless too smart not to know I was the architect of my own demise, that it was time to put my past behind me. It was time to stop allowing the white elephants to stand unspoken of in my living room.