I'm just trying to outrun a broken heart, which is nothing to sneeze at, for a broken heart breaks a person.

When he told me he no longer loved me, I fell to my knees.

... You can't outrun your problems, Daisy. They'll be just be waiting for you when you come back.

It's gonna be okay," I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. "It will.

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. Friend, I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breath. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go.

It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.