it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.

Every person is a possibility. The hopeless romantics feel it most acutely, but even for others, the only way to keep going is to see every person as a possibility.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

I will never have a photograph of her to carry around in my pocket. I will never have a letter in her handwriting, or a scrap-book of everything we've done. I will never share an apartment with her in the city. I will never know if we are listening to the same song at the same time. We will not grow old together. I will not be the person she calls when she's in trouble. She will not be the person I call when I have stories to tell. I will never be able to keep anything she's given to me.