When you love someone you let them take care of you.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view.

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.