Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.

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.

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.