It's hard being left behind. It's hard to be the one who stays.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?

The best way to cheer yourself is to cheer somebody else up.

A lover never becomes a loser.

The person you love best, you share the world with. When that person's gone the world remains but it isn't the same thing, it's at a distance.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.