My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

You don’t have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

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

They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

Scars are proof we can can survive

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what’s broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.