I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

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

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

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?

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.