He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

Show, not tell, right? Action, not words. You don’t want to hear how sorry I am or how things will be different this time. You want to see it with your own eyes. And until I can show you that, you won’t tell me what I want to hear.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.