I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - "I love you" - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?

There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.