bigamy

When people show you who they are, believe them.

Bad things always happen in three.

There is something magical about young love, when you still think that the world is your oyster and you have your whole life ahead of you.

She would talk to him in the car, ask him something, then turn on the radio and find her question answered by the lyrics of a song; pick up a book and turn to a random page, to find the words that were exactly what she needed to hear. There is no such thing as coincidence, she would think, blowing a kiss of thanks to the heavens.

People show you who they are, not by what they say, but by what they do.

You discover something so awful, so life-changing, the only way you can cope is to jump straight into denial.

Shock doesn't hit all at once. I have learned.