I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

It was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.

Worst high five ever." - Diego

That's the funny thing about knowing you can't have something. It makes you desperate.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.

How was I ever going to fight the blurring lines in our relationship when I enjoyed being with him so much?