The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She was learning to lie. She was learning to love.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.

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

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.