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“I wonder if my heart will always hold a spot for you? I hope when I look back on my life that my heart and my brain can agree that you were not the one who got away: you were the one who chose to leave.”

“I was interested in everything and committed to nothing.”

“One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.”

“I’ve spent most of my life and most of my friendships holding my breath and hoping that when people get close enough they won’t leave, and fearing that it’s a matter of time before they figure me out and go.”

“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.”

“I don’t love her any more, either. I don’t know. I do and I don’t. It varies. It fluctuates.”

“I mean, I hope you’re happy, But the sky is still the sky without you, And I’m not surprised by that anymore.”