I think you're the only person who gets me. When I'm with you, the world doesn't feel like a problem I can't figure out. Please come to the dance, because you're my music.

if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.

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.

I start by mulling a question and before I know it, a whole drama is unfolding in my head. Often, an idea sticks before I know what I'm going to do with it.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

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