I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.

Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.