How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age.

I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.