You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.” “Huh?” I say.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

I believe that having something to hope for - even if it's just a better tomorrow- is the most powerful drug on this planet.