Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).

It was love because it was worth it.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true—that aren't really how we feel—but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.