"And maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves."

"So maybe it doesn’t really matter if you wear your heart on your sleeve or if you lock it up in a box away from the world, because in the end, everyone gets hurt."

"Maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic. It’s just the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it."

"More than anything, she believed in the power of proximity, in the magic that happens when you manage to integrate someone slowly and steadily into your daily routine; proximity was exactly what she prayed for with closed eyes and clasped hands every night before she went to bed, because maybe proximity could lead to a future with him."

"Just because we don’t say certain things, doesn’t mean we don’t feel them. Maybe my heart didn’t really skip a beat. Maybe the twinkle in my eye was just the sun reflecting weirdly. Maybe that feeling in my stomach was just not having enough for breakfast. And maybe i just thought it was love."

"It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up, but maybe thats the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap…maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up."

"I wanted to tell you how you are beginning to be the one I can talk to. I don’t write this to you, because it is not time. I may never tell you, and in years, I may not need to, because you might become part of my life— physically and mentally… and there would be no need to verbalize because you would understand."

"I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I’d be there with you now instead of here. Maybe… if I’d said, ‘I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,’ maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there."

"Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light."

"Loneliness has always been with me. Maybe we were meant to be on our own. But I got to try or it will destroy me, cause maybe we don’t have to be all alone."

"I don’t love him, and he definitely doesn’t love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist."

"Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters."

"Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."

"Is there an ending to everything we know? And if there is, then why don’t we just die now, die to everything we know? And maybe living and dying are the same thing. And maybe the fact that we’ve turned them into two different things is why we feel so lost."

"Maybe it’s because it’s late at night. Or early in the morning, I don’t know which one. Maybe it’s because I wish I had someone else’s sweatshirt to wear. maybe it’s because there are so many songs in the world and I am sad because I will never be able to hear them all. Maybe it’s because everything is covered in snow and for some reason, snow makes things quietly. Maybe it’s because I want to cry because I will never be able to fix everything that so desperately needs repair. Maybe it’s because I, myself, am so far beyond repair. Maybe it’s because I’m always feeling trapped. But, Whatever it is that’s making me want to live has settled inside of me and it won’t calm down till my hands are in the air and i’m running, running nowhere and everywhere as fast as I can. I just want to run, to live. Maybe it’s the greying hope for the future. Maybe, it’s the teenage angst, the desire to get away. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because I’m destined for something more than this."