I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what

Waste today, want tomorrow.