Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

but accepting help doesn‟t have to mean giving up control.

Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able to follow the signs.

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

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.