But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

Every single answer starts with the phrase 'I don't know.' But most of the time she does know, if I give her the time and the space in which to answer.