Every person you love in your lifetime has meaning. Every person you have loved entered your life for a reason, whether it was to teach you something or help you through something, or simply be there when you had no one else. No one you love is irrelevant.
I took it, the poetry, the break-up, by nursing a glass of gin on my mother’s porch. The visit seemed necessary, given the weight of the process. Twice as heavy as the suitcase
And sometimes you drink a little and your eyes tell a different story. Your vulnerable voice tells me you hate this distance. Your body tells me you’re afraid of getting closer.
A real man wouldn’t have let anyone get in the way of what he wanted.
Sometimes silence means suffering. When you’re going through something no one understands, when your heart is breaking over a relationship you were never in.
I love you and I know you love me too, but now I know that your love isn’t enough to make me stay.
I love you so much and as Augustus once told Hazel Grace, “It is a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
In love, nobody truly gets to walk away without losing a little tissue.
What if our relationship couldn’t pick up where it left off? What if I have changed too much and turned into someone you couldn’t love so easily?
Maybe you won’t be able to forget that person for a very long time but don’t feel bad about it because they were a big part of your life.