Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.

I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?

While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.

...because he had been waiting for someone to come back to him, so every time someone knocked on the door, he couldn't stop himself from hoping it might be that person, even though he knew he shouldn't hope.