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.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

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.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really truly gone?

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.