Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.