Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's basic.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.