I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

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

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

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.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.

There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It’s like they’re opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.