It’s my future and my life and I can’t make myself live the way someone else wants me to.

Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while.” “No,” she says seriously, and my gaze falls back on hers, “I didn’t say again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.

Everybody starts out as strangers.

...I watch her so much that I forget it's raining at all.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

Well, I suppose he’s stuck with you forever then.” “Yes, and forever is a very long time.” He pauses and then says, “Well, for the record, something tells me he wouldn’t have it any other way.

I don’t want to sleep alone,” she says gently. And I don’t force her to. Sarai falls fast asleep curled up next to me in my bed. Right where I want her.