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.

I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

All I can do is hope.

She's not going to let go until she sees for herself that there's nothing left to hold on to.

That's the cool thing about having a best friend. They know what your pain feels like already, so you don't have to explain it.

Things don’t get better just because you want them to.

Maybe it's just hart to see what's right in front of you while you're frantically searching for it.