I have no desire to go back to San Francisco.

Some people come into your life and leave a mark.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

I wouldn't say I'm stuck in my adolescence, but I think, like a lot of people, I carry my teen years with me. I feel really in touch with those feelings, and how intense and complicated life seems in those years.

the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.