I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

If I stay. If I live. It’s up to me. All this business about medically induced comas is just doctor talk. It’s not up to the doctors. It’s not up to the absentee angels. It’s not even up to God who, if He exists, is nowhere around right now. It’s up to me.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.