This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.

There is something so intimate about saying the truth out loud. There is something so intimate about hearing the truth said. There is something so intimate about sharing the truth, even if you are not entirely sure what it means.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?" Justin smiled "Not coffee. But yes." "Not Coffee it is, then." "Yes, Not Coffee.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.