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 could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

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.

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.

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

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.