But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!