There are not enough I Miss You’s to make you feel how much I’m really longing to be with you.

This first Christmas without her is hard.

You’d be amazed at how many people have died in the most innocuous places.

“No motels. No inns, no beds no breakfasts — nobody stays here.”

“Baby talk. I want you to sound like a woman, not a child.”

We kindled a fire that both of us did not know how to extinguish.

He wants to spend every moment with you, which gets confusing.

I won’t choose to return.

“My experience wasn’t wasted because it made me stronger.”

Sometimes you’ll give too much and not get anything in return. Sometimes you’ll fight hard for things and end up losing. Sometimes you’ll love people who won’t love you back.

Sometimes forgiveness doesn’t serve you. Sometimes forgiveness only serves the person holding the knife.

I will always be there for you, no matter what happens.

This is not a list of dainty perfume bottles or glittery packaging — these are products that will get down and do the dirty work for you.

She is either mentally or physically exhausted. She is either depressed or numb. She is either on the verge of breaking into tears or on the verge of screaming out…