I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life—the one I feel as though I’ve abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I...

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I’m not convinced that it—passion—is one of those things that you have an endless amount of—like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all...

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.