I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.

Was it hard? I ask. Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.

One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.