He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define who we become.

Miracles do occur, and it's never too late to turn your life around and reach for something better.