The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it’s over. There is no safe. There is no control.

He never gives up on who I am or who I could be. He doesn't run away when things get complicated.

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

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

When your heart is shattered into a million pieces, all you can do is try to keep holding on. You breathe. You try to fall asleep. You try to not think about him.