You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

If you could just be nice, then you wouldn't have to worry about arguments at all. but being nice wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.