My Best Friend's Girl

Share too much and someone can hurt you.

Far too many people opened their hearts and lives at the drop of a hat. Why give someone that power over you? Why endow them with the ability to hurt you that much? Let someone in and you were asking for an emotional kicking some day.

When you can't be honest with people, you can't ever relax with them.

That's what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

The only thing for it is to use men for sex and never let any of them get so close they could hurt you.

Christmas is a time for families.

I was in charge. Of it all. All the time. For ever.

I sometimes think people can see that I’m defective, that there’s nothing there. Behind the job and clothes and makeup there’s nothing to know. I sometimes think I’m this shell and I can’t work out why people like me. And when I’m with strangers it reminds me of that. That I’m insubstantial.

Double-promise for ever and ever, amen?

Does he understand now that 'what if?' isn't fair when, under a different set of circumstances, you were asked to polarise things into one moment in time, when you had to defend what you wanted at a completely different moment? Kamryn to Luke

If things go wrong, you don't have to accept you made a bum decision.

It might not be pleasant for the listener, it might disempower and unsettle the witness to a breakdown, but crying was good. Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that buildup of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out.

Everything, good or bad, was down to me.

That’s what came from having romance in your soul, I suppose. You believed in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.

I had no illusions at all that I was beautiful, pretty or even able to attract the right sort of attention from men

I could grow to like this man, I realized. I could grow to like him a lot.

Crying was an acceptable outlet, even if it made you feel raw and empty inside, it was still better than that build up of resentment that grew from not letting your emotions out.