There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.' "She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

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.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.