Turn your back on the love you have for someone who has turned his back on you.

Shed the tears.
Shed the blame and guilt too.
So that your heart mends and heals.

Making love is not a prelude to love.

Once in a blue moon if you’re lucky, making love produces a rare by-product called love.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

Letting go doesn't mean that you don't care about someone anymore. It's just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.