And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

No one is who they pretend to be

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

And this is the truth. Because I may be only eighteen, but it already seems pretty obvious that the world is divided into two groups: the doers and the watchers. The people things happen to and the rest of us, who just sort of plod on with things. The Lulus and the Allysons. It never occurred to me that by pretending to be Lulu, I might slip into that other column, even for just a day.