I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

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.

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

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.