But you get over it. You have to. You realize that, for everyone else to have a proper chance to mourn, you have to be the source of strength that people look up to. The terrible thing about that, however, is that it stifles your own ability to grieve. You don’t get a chance to say a proper goodbye because you’re too busy making decisions. Everything becomes a blur, and you don’t have a chance to ask yourself, “Is this what she would’ve wanted?” When things get overwhelming, you realize the one person you’d turn to—the person who calmly listens to all of your frustrations and soothes all of your doubts—is no longer there. And will never be there again.

"It comes slowly at first, like a fog licking at your toes as it slowly creeps up before engulfing you completely. Before you know it, the tears are streaming down your face and you’re thumping your chest in that area right where your heart is and asking it to stop. The pain. It becomes unbearable in those seconds that turn into minutes and then into hours. You might fall asleep crying, or you might spend that entire night tossing and turning until it’s time for you to start your routine all over again. You say it’s okay though, just another night leading to just another day."

"Whether it's taking each other for granted, or people changing over time.

The bottom line is, someone stops trying and feelings aren't so strong anymore."

"Being comfortable isn't necessarily bad,
it's when you can truly be yourselves.
But it depends on what you do with that comfort -
Some use it positively, continuing to work at their relationship
and grow together.
Others allow it to create distance,
taking each other for granted."

 "I love him because he makes me happy, because I can be having the worst day ever and once I see him everything starts to get better. I love him because whenever I feel like the whole world is against me, he reassures me he’s on my side. I love him because he’s not afraid to tell me the truth, knowing that it’s something I deserve to know. I love him because I know I’m safe with him and every time he hugs me I feel even safer. I love him because I can be myself and he accepts me as I am, flaws and all. I love him because everything I lack he has, making me feel, finally, complete. I love him because this is real, because it’s real and it works and it feels right and that’s something that doesn’t happen much in life, so that is what makes me so sure that this is something I want forever."