Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.