The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.