Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.

There are some things I can't control, & that's just the way it is.

Apparently, it used to be extremely common for families to have two parents. They stayed together because that’s what all the other parents did. Now there are so many options, so many different ways to be a family. So many ways to rip a family apart.

How can someone who means so much to a person mean nothing the next day?

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

All I know is, if we don't eat soon I'm going to chew off a limb. And I can't guarentee it'll be mine.

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.