all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

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

I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, "...because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria

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

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.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.