Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.