I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

Except even at the start, when we were in that can't-get-enough-of-you-phase, there was like some invisible wall between us. At first I tried to take it down, but it took so much effort to even make cracks. And then I got tired of trying. Then I justified it. This was just how adult relationships were, how love felt once you had a few battle scars.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.