He is much stronger than I think I am. He is mischievous, outgoing, ready to soar through the clouds, while I often feel like the cloud itself.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

If other people see you differently, you’ll end up seeing them differently, too.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

All I get is tomorrow.