I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

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.

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.

Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.