“I became myself during those years,” she said.
He was the only one who ever truly knew her.
“Let me go,” she asked.
He fought for her, until the bitter end.
And as she broke away, she looked back to remember something she once loved.
And in the years that followed, she became herself.
Again and again.

Learned, re-learned or confirmed this weekend:

Boys are really, really dirty.  Really.
Don’t interrupt.  It’s rude.
Dry sidewalks are a luxury.
Small talk is an art form that goes completely against my introverted nature.
Rock lobster.
I am definitely not moving to New York.
I know what love is.
The people I’ve chosen to love and live my life with fill my heart [...]