Few things as painful as living with the reality of not knowing if they ever really loved you, after it’s all been done and dusted.

The most painful tragedy is two quiet people come across each other and can be the best of friends and the ideal lovers but they don’t say a word to each other because they are quiet.

I don’t want normal and easy and simple. I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love.

Healing is painful because you have to revisit the wound.

The person we fell in love with and the person we continue to love because we fell in love with them and that little painful bridge we stand on, watching them become those two different people.