I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.
Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.
There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.
You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you.
You know what they say. Best revenge is looking good, right?
I do not like that I allowed my past to close me off. I do not like that I let circumstances rob me of the ability to have a normal relationship with a man, to have friends, to be happy. I do not like it, but I had felt myself powerless against it.