I've learned to get really good at this - say one thing when I'm thinking about something else, act like I'm listening when I'm not, pretend to be calm and happy when I'm really freaking out. It's one of the skills you perfect as you get older

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.

Nothing exists but him.

Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long to even /think/ the word -- death? Dying? Dead? Do you think I was being stupid? Naive? Try not to judge. Remember that we're the same, you and me. I thought I would live forever too.

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

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.