She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things