I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either. Everything is in-between. I have eyes that aren't green or brown, but a muddle. I'm not thin but I'm not fat either. the only thing you could definitely say about me is that: I'm short