I can handle scars, especially ones that are on the outside." I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble." "Why?" "Because of her right there. Do you know what Daisy would do if you ever cheated on her." "Move on to the next guy that told her she has nice tits." "Okay, you're probably right on that one.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

It hurts to be around life. People don't understand how close death is, right over their shoulders, around the block, at the end of a street. It's everywhere.