Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy.

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.

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

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 is so much freedom in not having to choose.

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

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.