I remember for that one moment, I believe I was hitch hiking on one of those comets, falling so fast that I'd surely burn away before I ever hit the ground.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.

Is it really worth dying for the person you love?

Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.