Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

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.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull. Alex, come back. There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.

That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.