Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. It's So

He Doesn’t Love Me. He Might Still Love Me As I Was At Fifteen, When I Didn’t Know Any Better. When I Trusted Everyone. I’m Not That Person Any More. He’s Just A Boy. He Was The First To Really Hurt Me, But He’s Just A Boy. There Were A Lot Of Them.

Whenever You Made A Choice, Especially One You'd Been Resisting, It Always Affected Everything Else, Some In Big Ways, Like A Tremor Beneath Your Feet, Others In So Tiny A Shift You Hardly Noticed A Change At All. But It Was Happening.

And The Rest Is History,' I Said. Nah.' He Shook His Head. 'the Rest Is Now.

It's Okay To Accept Things From People. It Doesn't Make You Weak Or Helpless.

Some Writers Pick A Topic And Write Around That, But I Like To Include It All.