I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it

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.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

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