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.

He was the quiet after the storm.

He loves her for all of the reasons you were afraid to.

Maybe it’s better to be with someone you don’t love too much. Someone you love just enough, but not so much that it could destroy you.