There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

You’re the world to me,” I whisper onto her lips. “I hope you never forget that.” “I’ll never forget,” she whispers back.. “But if I ever do, for whatever reason, I hope you’ll always find a way to remind me.” ...“Always.

I think when you fall in love, like true love, it’s love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not.

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

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