Gone is not forgotten, but our lives cannot be a memorial. This city cannot be a memorial. This city has to be a city. Our lives have to be our lives.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.

And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.