I’m at the stage of the job when you just wish you hadn’t started.

I look away so that my eyes don’t betray the hurt I feel.

The past is for learning from and letting go. You can’t revisit it. It vanishes.

I’m beginning to grow into who I thought I might be.

I'm beginning to grow into who I thought I might be.

A shared history is valuable but maybe those two weren't right for each other and they know it

The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes.

Do we still live in a world where being polite keeps order or does it leave you vulnerable?

I look away so that my eyes don't betray the hurt I feel

How is it possible to know so much about a person and yet know nothing at all?