She wasn't even asking for happiness, she was just asking for a little less pain. But, you couldn't even give her that?

She felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sicknees, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Some people aren't good at asking for help, they're so used to being 'the helper.' Throughout their life they've experienced an unbalance give and take, so their instinct is usually "I'll figure it out on my own". The self-reliance is all they've ever known.

I'm learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.

We take secrets to our graves that are no big deal to anyone but ourselves.

is how souls learn to ignite fire.

And just like that, I realized that my old scars never truly healed,
because they bled again at a single word.