I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

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

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

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.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way