You don’t always know when you’re seeing someone for the last time. But I know this time.
I never loved someone like I did you.
I’m in my 20s, and my hair is falling out. Losing one’s hair as a woman is the ultimate betrayal. You lose some of your femininity, and it’s hard to ignore people who try to hide their stares. I’m still learning to live.
Romance fails to be romance if it’s one-sided.
It had been too long since we’d seen each other genuinely happy.
Don’t choose safety over the unknown.