I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

I wonder what it's like to have that much power over a boy. I don't think I'd want it - it's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.

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.

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.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.