We look at each other without saying anything, both of us smiling like idiots. I heart is so full I can’t believe it can possibly still beat without bursting right in front of me. My desire for him is so fierce I’m afraid to stand, because I know my knees will be too weak to hold me up, but there’s more than that. This great and bursting thing inside me is love.

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

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

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

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

It’s okay to struggle to find our place in this world and the person who will take us for who and what we are. Sometimes we dress ourselves in layers that only get peeled away in the end, to leave us as we should be.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.