In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

When the door opens, I realize that the only thing worse than waiting is the moment you realize a decision has been made.

Even the most beautiful things can be toxic.

and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

What you notice is the loneliness. Daniel started to isolate himself, because it hurt less than being pushed away.