For a friend of mine, who is going through a rough time:
“How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?” (White Oleander, Janet Fitch)
We’ve all been there, love. It’s a rite of passage. And when we pick up our pieces and stand back up, so much stronger than we ever thought possible, we finally realize–we are and have always been, worth more than we had ever been willing to believe.