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?

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.

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.

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I realize it’s not just Willem I’m looking for; it’s Lulu too.