“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.”

“I missed out on many people because I kept revisiting our memories. I spent so much time trying to make up for lost times, to feel the kisses and letting the sun in when you left. And every time someone new knocked, I’d close the windows and pretend no one was home - I was still waiting for you. I had hoped that someday you’d be the one asking for me, too.”