Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

God i've missed you. I can't wait to give you your present. He kisses me hotter this time, and beneath me, through his denim and mine. I can feel the promise of his Christmas gift soon to come.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

Crank, You See isn't any ordinary monster. It's like a giant octopus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you, squeezing not hard enough to kill you, but enough to keep you from reeling until you try to get away. Try, and you hunger for it grasping clutch, the way its tendrils prop you up, your need intensifying exponentially every minute you refuse to admit its being (p.469)

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.