Someone real," I hear myself saying. "Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I've known my whole life, even if I haven't.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

Leave it to a man to mess things up

I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.

You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it's a catch-22: all of those things you're willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you've lost yourself.