I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

This is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.