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.

In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name

If only you could really use a fail-proof system to know who was worth keeping and who needed to be thrown away. It would make it so much easier to move through the world, picking and choosing what connections to make, or whether to make any at all.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.