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

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

You never get involved in the people's lives? The ones you're inhabiting?" I shake my head. "You try to leave the lives the way you found them." "Yeah." "But what about Justin? What made that so different?" "You," I say.

Our moments are music, and sometimes – just sometimes – we can catch them and put them into some lasting form. If we didn’t have music, I don’t think we could ever be truly happy, and if we didn’t have special moments, we would never find music.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?