Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

It's never right to give up on someone.