Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.

I wondered how long it could last. Maybe someday, years from now.If the pain would decrease to the point where I could bear it.I would be able to look back on those few short months that would always be the best of my life.

With our rarely changing temperaments strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part – you had already altered me so completely.

I feel like reading really defined me as a writer because I lived my life outside of my own body for so much of my life and I loved it. I've always been a reader. I think living all those stories served me to naturally take that next step to creating.

I'd been broken beyond repair.

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.