The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

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.

But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.

She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?