he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps put a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herseld. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on." "Perhaps." ........ I look out the window. The jungle is everywhere. I look back at her. "Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

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

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.