The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.