Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the sunset while the rest of us wake up the next morning to just another day.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.