In the end, I’d loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.
But adulthood,” continued the barely twentysomething, “doesn’t give you power over what matters most. It doesn’t protect you from pain, loss, fate. That’s part of being human.
Besides, humans aren’t prey. They are our natural enemies. They are to be avoided.
Love isn’t only passion and joy. It’s also sacrifice.
I may be heaven-sent, but I’m not perfect.
Men suck. – Not all men. Just the really good ones.
It was funny, though, the things you didn’t learn about people until after they died.