You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.

Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

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.

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

I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.