By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

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

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

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