An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that's how all this got started. and that's how it's going to end.

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

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

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

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.