Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.

We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected.

Maybe the package comes in a different shape than we originally thought it would.

Tobey puts the CD on. Then he comes over and hugs me. I lean my head on his chest. 'I want to know everything about you,' he whispers.

It’s like once everyone decides who you are, you’re locked into their version of you and that’s it.

And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.

This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.