There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.