“And he took half of my heart when he left. Every day I’ve tried to see if maybe he passed it to another person. But no, he still has it. Because I’ve never felt that I belong to someone else the way that I’ve belonged to him.”
“I remember how hard it was getting out of bed. How hard it was back then to go on with my life. When I feel like that, I remember how strong I fucking was. That keeps me going.”
