But the absolute worst was when people asked if I was okay. Because then I had to admit that it was real, it happened, and we weren't together anymore.

There should be some kind of radar that lets you know when your soul mate is nearby.

It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.

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

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.

I deserve to be happy. I'm sad it took me so long to get that. But I get it now.

Derek’s like, “So . . . what do you want to do first?” “I don’t know.” “Feel like ice cream?” “It’s, like, three degrees out.” “That’s why getting ice cream would be badass.