What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

If your parent is deployed and you are that young, you spend the whole time wondering where they are and waiting for them to come home. As time passes and the absence is longer and longer, you become more and more concerned - but you don't really have the words to express your concern. There's only this continued absence.

You haven't hurt people—you've given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?