You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

It wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.

Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.

Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?

Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while

Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.