She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

I am here because of love.

This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you