We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

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

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.

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

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

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.