This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.

You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.