I wondered how much of the feeling of love is chemicals and cravings and dependency, and how much of the act of love is habit.

We are both wounded in our own way and, like a pair of tectonic plates shifting over time, our wounds will gradually grate against one another’s, causing damage at a glacial pace. Neither of us will notice until it’s too late.

I was supporting him when I needed support. And I was being made to feel responsible for all his problems. It was a microcosm of our entire relationship.

A breakup is like a death without a funeral.

I pictured the couple we might someday become. And in my mind, in that moment at least, they lived happily ever after.

Don't be ridiculous,' said Maya, 'You can't fail at a relationship. That's like getting off of a roller coaster and saying you failed because the ride is over. Things end. That doesn't mean the experience wasn't worth it.