Maybe my sister and I shared more than we thought. We were both waiting and wishing for something we couldn't completely control: I wanted to be alone, and she the total opposite. It was weird, really, to have something so contrary in common. But at least it was something.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.