Standing at the beach. Thinking that time heals all wounds, unless they’re too big and you die. I guess the latter happened to Matt. I don’t think I’m going to die though, which makes my chances of healing from all of this pretty good. I have to keep reminding myself of this.
I’m so scared that I’ll never find anyone who makes me as happy as Matt did.
No Promises This Time 
Don’t even worry about it. You’ve been becoming a greater woman, all these years.
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That’s for damn sure (what L said). You’re going to heal up. You’ve got life busting out your seams.
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