" know I sound maudlin, but I am fucking maudlin, because I hate that I wasn’t enough for you to take the risk, and I hate that you broke my fucking heart. I hate that I’ll always know what this felt like, and know that I had to let it go too soon. I hate that you are probably right—I do lie when it makes my life easier . . . so this is how you should know this is the truth, because none of this makes my life easier "

― , Once Upon a Quinceañera