The thing about loving someone, is that yelling at them only feels good while you're doing it -- as soon as they're gone, all you want to do is take it all back

Because—truth?—on the scale of significance, that stuff doesn’t even register.

What has me pushed past the boiling point...what has me really, really upset is learning the woman I thought was so incredibly strong I married her on the spot...is actually
a quitter who runs from challenge,
a coward too afraid to even try,
a liar who makes promises she won’t keep and
a cynic too bitter to believe what’s right in front of her face. Is that real enough for you?

I may tear you apart but I'll put you back together.

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay

One of the most difficult things he'd ever done was turn away and leave her standing in the shadows.

They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.