If you're lucky, the friends you make when you're sixteen stay with you for the rest of your life. If you're smart, you know when it's time to let them go.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.

Scars are proof we can can survive

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.