“I know that I'll move on, I tell myself I'll find me something betterI'll let go and just forget herShe was no good for meDeep down I know that's the way it has to be soHow come I still can't open this letterI can't forget her...”

“Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time. ”

“If I survive this, I can't go back. I'll have to move forward and I don't know what that means.”

“That's what I can't stand. I know I'll bounce back, and that's what I can't stand.”

“I want to tell her that I can't pull her down. I want to tell her that she has to let go of my hand in order to swim. I want to tell her that she must live her own life. But I sense she already knows that these options are open to her. And that she, too, has made her choice.”

“I can't bring myself to say, 'Well, I guess I'll be toddling along.' It isn't that I can't toddle. It's just that I can't guess I'll toddle.”