Love. The only emotion that could twist you into such a knot that you could no longer distinguish between wanting to be with someone and wanting to destroy everything you shared. Love. The only emotion that could break the same person it had healed.

I needed to walk away. I needed to walked away without trying to fix him or our relationship, but leaving the pieces broken wasn’t easy. It was like leaving shards of the most beautiful glass scattered across your floor, because the pieces were too shattered. And now, you had to step cautiously around the brokenness in order not to slice yourself on the remains.

The other thing about falling in love: the harder you fell, the easier it was to get hurt. Maybe that’s why it was called falling in love; at some point there was a crash at the bottom that could shatter someone into a million pieces.

He couldn't give me what I wanted, because he didn't have it to give. I saw an ideal of him and kept trying to get him to fit that mold because I didn't want to let go of the illusion of who he was.