I'm In Crisis. I'm About To Bump

Even With The Best Intentions, Growing Apart Might Just Be An Inevitable Part Of Growing Up.

I'm Sitting In The Bleachers, Watching Longingly As All The Boys And Umbumped Girls In My Personal Health And Fitness Class Play Muggle Quidditch. I Don't Even Like The Game Very Much, I Think It's Silly, But I So Miss Physical Activity That I'd Be Thrilled If I Could Run Around The Gymnasium With A Broom Between My Legs, Chasing After The Human Snitch Wearing A Gold Pinny.

A Relationship Ends Because You've Outgrown It. It Can Begin Again Because You, As Two, Can Fill The New Shape.

I Almost Can’t Believe I’m Going To Make Myself Vulnerable To Him Again. But What Is Love But The Most Extreme And Exquisite Form Of Risk Perception? I Know That Relationships Don’t Last. And Yet, With Him, The Risk Of Not Being With Him Is Much Worse Than Any Other Hurt I Can Imagine.

I Never Understood The Point Of Being Sad When I Could Choose To Be Happy