I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

Mia and I had been together for more than two years, 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, the kind that, had we met five years later and had she not been some cello prodigy and had I not been in a band on the rise - or had our lives not been ripped apart by all this -I was pretty sure it would've been.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

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