Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.

One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.