red plastic rain her tears stain

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!

You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

The lonely reality of the truth-that the most important person in your life suddenly ceased to exist. Which on a bad day meant maybe she had never existed at all. And on a good day, there was the other fear. That even if you were a hundred percent sure she had been there, maybe you were the only one who cared or remembered.