I knew him, but I don't understand him.

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.