When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering. The pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting that they'll use it to heal you instead.

Invisible tears are the hardest to wipe away. Just let it out.