Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.