Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare youself for those changes no matter what you do in advance. The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

I think it was the one thing I didn’t like about him or about guys in general: when a girl says she doesn’t want to talk about it, the truth is that she usually does. I wanted him to pry it out of me. Of course, I would’ve pretended to be a little angry that he didn’t just leave me alone, but eventually I would’ve told him, when I was tired of pretending.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

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

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

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.