There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

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.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.

Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

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.