If only every day were as perfect sa yesterday/the evening before.

Sometimes I want to carve out the part of me that misses you. But that would be all of me, so there's no point. It just hurts.

It's not fair. That's stupid, because of all the people in Africa we're so constantly reminded of, but it's true. It's just a shame we can't have everything the way we want it all the time.

If only everything wasn't a life-changing decision. Or a heart-wrenching choice.

Now I know how Lyra felt when she got in that boat. And I know how Pan. felt, when he wathced her go.