And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

Because my life isn't going to wait around while I figure out how to make it work.

Because if you take a risk, you just might find what you're looking for.

Love isn't logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

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.

Even in a bad situation, there's always a positive side. Even if you can't see it yet.

The only person I can count on is myself. It's up to me to create the life I want. I can't blame my parents or Scott or anyone else for the way things are.