I tried to will them with my super mental powers so he’d put them around my waist, but apparently I had no super mental powers.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

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

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.

Best friends, no matter what they do or how much they hurt you, it only hurts as much as it does because they are your best friend. And none of us are perfect. Mistakes were made for best friends to forgive; it’s what makes being a best friend official.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? 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?