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.

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

Traveling is not something you are good at. It is something you do. Like breathing.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.