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If it didn't make you cry, it wasn't real.

So many people bump into our lives for a second and it changes us forever, but they never know it. And while that's funny and strange and a little sad, it's also just life. And the truth of the matter is, it was never really about them anyway. It was always about us and what we were meant to learn from them. It was always about us and who we were meant to BECOME as a result of having encountered them.

You look like someone who has gone to war and came back with a thousand deaths burned in his eyes. You look like someone who has been told a dozen promises – promises that broke his heart when he realized he didn't matter enough for them to be kept. You look like someone whose edges started to chip away. You look like someone I could love, someone whose darkness I could light up. But goddamn it, darling, I promised myself I would never fall in love with a broken man. I have loved so many broken people and I have fixed them all up. I kept giving all I had, until I had nothing left to give. You look like someone I could love, someone I want to fall in love with. But you‘re in pieces, I know you‘ll just wound me.

We ended the way all good things in my life had a way of being put to rest – abrupt and without my permission.

I don‘t know if you noticed but I have been trying, too hard, to be myself since the day I lost you.

I'm so sorry no one cared enough to tell you that you can never win against a ghost.

I want to ruin you in the ugliest way imaginable so that someday, when you have to tell your children about me, it will take every breath you have to hide the catch in your throat

Don't fall in love with me. I am dissonance. I am always at war with myself – confusing my head with my heart, always retreating into my mind, because I don‘t want to lose.

―The thing about memory is that you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. It starts with the way you stop hearing his voice in your head. Then it's the color of the shirt he wore last Christmas. Before you know it, your memories have become fragmented, as if the small details were grains of sand blown away by the wind. I should be grateful that I'm starting to remember you less. Instead, I felt lonely. Pieces of you that I once held dear are being ripped apart into tiny shreds of information my brain thinks I can afford to forget. I can feel my heart fighting. It loves the feel of you though for the most part, you hurt. I looked for you in places where I knew I would never find you, in faces I knew I would never recognize. I looked for you hoping that through the sheer force of my will I would find your eyes staring back. But that's the thing about memory - you can feel it eroding slowly, being stolen away from you by time. I want to remember you. But I'm no longer entirely sure I really remember you. It kills me. Have you started remembering me less too?

You haven’t yet learned that your worth isn’t found in him. Or in the man before him. Or in any man at all.

Happiness can be found inside our own hearts and not in some shallow relationships. People with integrity know how precious time is and they refuse to waste it on people who don't bother to respect it!

Some silences are more meaningful than thousands of long sentences.

We were lovers and enemies and the best of friends. At times, it was one more than the other. At times, we were all of them all at once. But there have been times, I admit, when we were two complete strangers struggling to live with each other. At times, we felt like We were just each other‘s habit.

Avoiding others because they don’t suit my way of life is tragic.

He had started out as a snag, a snag in the composition; from one moment to the next, there was no other way of putting it, he had begun to appear in my life back in the city. And since all appearances are ultimately disturbances, this disturbance needed investigating.

He was broken in the best way – in a way that made me stop and stare and want to love him.

Take a break from relationships and dedicate yourself to self-care and personal healing. You need to stop bleeding on people who didn’t cut you.

People prefer talking about each other rather than talking to each other.

The women I write about have to fight for what they want, sometimes against forceful odds It's a kinetic experience, an intense ride.

I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.