Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

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

It sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.