Heartbreak is awful, but truth be told, if you have never had your heart broken, then you aren’t fully living. I want you to ask yourself this question because I want you to bask in the fullness of life. And in order to feel life – to experience life – you need to take risks. When you open your heart, you risk having it broken; or stated more accurately it will be broken. But do it anyway; open yourself up. If you don’t, you will never know what it means to live, to love and to be with others.

Life is messy. No matter how hard we try to create order, something happens to cause the structure we created to falter. Maybe that’s the only way for us to learn. If everything stayed neat and orderly, then we would never be forced to grow and change. We need something unexpected to help us make sense of where we are and to guide us to where we need to go.

Relationships don’t break you; they reveal you.

I wanted her to know that she was. She was whoever she saw herself as. I wanted her to know that we defined who we were, and we couldn’t let the mirror or Facebook or even the people closest to us make that decision. We couldn’t let others who had things we didn’t – like tails – make us feel any less than we were.

It’s never the right time if it’s the wrong person.

Not everyone is going to love us. And that’s OK. There’s nothing like rejection to make a vulnerable person question their worth. But do not let your reflection in the mirror be distorted by what you imagined someone else saw.

Sometimes we don’t know where we are going until we get there.

Because of that, he didn’t know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

Sometimes I miss you, which is strange, because you weren’t at all the way I remember you.

I step outside, easy at first... there is noise; I don’t hear it. There are people; I don’t see them... I see the water; I am alongside it. There is a big hill; I conquer it. A mile of grass; I fly across it. With each step I am stronger, and then faster. My body engages; I am really flying; I am one with the road, but I no longer feel it. With every step forward I am faster and freer. Nothing can touch me; no one can find me. What I find is the truth. I find myself... I am a runner.