I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

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.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.