By that point, it’ll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it’s too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I’ve kept looking. I’m still looking.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

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.

What would you do if you had to choose?

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.