I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?