We are made of every goodbye we survived.

Distance teaches you who was holding on.

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

The truth hurts less than the waiting.

Walls keep out the pain, but also the love.

Hope is a quiet kind of brave.

Deep waters run quiet.

It's okay to outgrow people.

Every chapter needs a pause.

The heart remembers what the mind tries to forget.

The ocean looks calm from far away too.

We become what we practise.

Some lessons arrive dressed as loss.

I'm slowly becoming someone I'd want to meet.

Missing people is the price of having loved them.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.