I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.