She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

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.

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

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

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.