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I waited for a long time and there was nothing but the pain of wanting something I couldn't seem to find.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

The hardest lies to detect are the ones surrounded by truth.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.” His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.” Maybe it’s all they want to see.

Sometimes,” Joe said after a bit, “it’s just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that’s what you’re not, anymore.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

Macy: "Listen, I can't pretend to be the queen of good advice, here. I've had more boyfriends than I can count, and I'm not so sure that's any better than not having any. But I do know this. When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe, you shouldn't let that person go just because you're afraid." Elle: "And you're not afraid of it ending?" Macy: "Sure I am, But I'd rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

Scars are proof we can can survive