When all the casualties of love have packed their bags and left, and all you see is an empty home and an unmade bed, don’t look back in anger – or in pity or in pain.

It's a funny thing. When you think of all the things you could have done or should have done, but never did. When sometimes, your unwavering optimism...wavers, and you feel like the best years of your life have gone by chasing phantoms and shiny disco balls. I just wish they meant a little bit more, that's all. I don't regret giving you up, or giving up on you. Peace to the dream.