true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.