Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

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

It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.