I didn’t know it would be like this,” he says in a whisper. And then: “I’m scared.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

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

I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.