She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.

The deepest of hurts is when you are willing to sacrifice everything to fight for someone, only to find that they aren’t interested in fighting for you with anything other than empty words. You - the injured person - end up being the one who suffers and has to make the difficult decisions, while they are able to cast stones at you for ‘giving up’. That’s a pain you can only know through experience.

The more she likes me, the more closed off she becomes. The more sarcasm she inflicts on me. Vulnerability makes her feel weak.

I always thought of you as a part of me, like my own eyes or my own hands. You don’t go around thinking ‘I love my eyes, I love my hands’, do you? But think what it would be like to live without your eyes or your hands. To be mad, or to be blind. I can’t talk about it. It’s how I feel.