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.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

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

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.

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

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.