“I miss her the girl who wore too much hope and not enough armour. Who danced barefoot on sharp things because she believed pain was proof of living. I see her in old photos, smiling like she didn’t know what was coming. 'Sometimes I wish I could go back. Sometimes I’m glad I can’t.' Some versions of you have to die so you can breathe.” LovePoetryLossGriefHealingSadRomanticLongingHearbreakCrying Quotes Book:A Shelf of Things I Never Said Source: A Shelf of Things I Never Said