You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could
have done differently—but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?
The trouble is, sometimes words are like arrows. Once you shoot them, there's no going back.
I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.
War is sweet to those who have never fought.
My heart didn't fail, someone failed my heart.
No matter how much you think you know a person—no matter how pretty they act, or how popular they seem, you can never know what their lives are really like.
Turns out, hell's not so much a burning, scalding pit of fire and misery. It's actually much, much worse than that. Hell is when the people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.