It was such a weird thing how a breakup stretched much wider than you expected. You didn't just lose a person, but their entire world as well.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

Clearly, sharing something could take you a long way, or at least to a different place than you'd planned. Like a friendship or a family, or even jsut alone on a curb on a Saturday, trying to get your bearings as best you can.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.