the past only had whatever power you gave it; life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from what you had, it was up to you to make it happen.

Some people come into your life and leave a mark.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he’d done for me and what we’d been through together, even if that loyalty was a ghost.

I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.

Don't ask me how I am,' I blurt. 'Please.' I want to keep feeling good. Just because the lights are on doesn't mean I have to look.