You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.

For the first time in my life I actually feel sorry for Carol. I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know something she doesn't know: I know that life isn't life if you just float through it. I know that the whole point- the only point- is to find things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.