But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.