I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

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?

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

Sometimes the best way to find out what you’re supposed to do is by doing the thing you’re not supposed to do.

I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia