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Of course I loved him,“ she says, “you don’t give people you don’t love the power to destroy you.

You don’t tell people you’re not okay,“ she said, “because it’s hard watching them not know what to do. “Then you end up comforting them, even though the one who needed comforting was you.

Never lose yourself for anyone.

You were fucking me up but I loved you so I let you. We were fucking each other up and calling it love.

It would have been so easy to go back to. So easy to relapse into it. So simple. It would almost feel like going home. To let it consume you. To let it take over. To give into it. It was only a small part of you that stood up and said ‘no’. That said, ‘you’re better than this.’ That said, 'choose happiness. Even if it’s hard. Even if it’s the hardest choice you’ve ever had to make.’

How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.

And,“ she said, “if you have someone who stays up with you in the middle of the night to make sure you’re okay - somebody who answers your calls at 2 or 3 or 4am - someone who listens to your sobs, or your silence, or your words with patience, you have somebody who loves you. And you’re lucky for it. And no matter how dark things get, you shouldn’t forget that.

I was so fucking soft for you and you ruined me.

She thought to herself, “what if I never love anyone like him again?” Then she thought, “maybe I don’t want to.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.