“This wasn’t better either I was happy once when I was here There was peace and youth, love for myself and cheer No man to crave and no misery, no insomnia and reverie Disappointed in me, I contemplate I don't even remember the girl, who I now totally hate”
“...those who marry in haste often repent at leisure...”
“That's the thing with grief--you never know when it will sneak up on you.”
“For what’s the point of there being a purpose if it remains unknown?”
“Let’s go big or go home,’ I say to him, ‘just like Vegas.”
“I just think that you’re going to have to find your own path.”