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.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?

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

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.