How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.

“It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.”

“It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfec…”

“There were so many people, so much to navigate, and as the distance fluctuated …”

“She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful…”