I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
"You’ve shown me I have reasons I should love myself."
Don't worry about what anybody else is going to do. The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
Life's too short to be sitting around miserable.