The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.
Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die.
Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.
We are now as I wished we could be then.