It Was A Love Letter To Herself,

“How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?”

“It had been a long day, and I don’t mind saying that I cried a little bit. There is nothing wrong with crying at the end of a long day.”

“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”

“I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.”

“It’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”

“I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.”