"It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart."

"

Say the things you want to get off your chest. That’s what people have always told me.

“You were the best part of this past year.
And one of the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I had a dream about you the other night, tangled up in your sheets and all was dark; I was not afraid for you were right there. But when I opened my eyes, you were gone.
I wish we could have worked things out.
My heart still wants you, even when I let it starve; but that makes it crave you even more.”

And there is no such thing as a stupid question, they added. But what if they’re questions I’m scared to know the answers to?

"What happened that day?
Why did you run? Or did you just merely walk away?
Do you ever think about us; maybe the different points in our lives you questioned, would intersect one day, what would you do then?
Would it be different if we meet in a couple years?
Would we still be strangers then?”

"

"If people are going to be allowed to say “we love you” and “I love you”, they’d better have the backbone to prove it. Love isn’t just a word."

"I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore."

"I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide."

"I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there. I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out."

"There is a difference between saying goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is not permanent. You can meet years later and share what happened in your life. You can smile and laugh about all the nonsense that you both went through. However, letting go is being okay with never seeing this person ever again…being okay with never knowing how their life turned out…being okay with fifty or more years of silence…being okay with running into that person at a grocery store and having them not acknowledge your presence. This is the part of life that doesn’t sit well with me and never will. It tears my heart in pieces, robs me of gratitude, drains me of anything positive and eats at the faith that holds on."