It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

Hope can make people do terrible things.

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

And some days I wonder why I insist on keeping myself alive.

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that

My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.