Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

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

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.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.