I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

It's when you're acting selflessly that you are at your bravest." --Four in Divergent

Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.

That said, in the two weeks before I leave for the Dark Days tour, I am going radio silent, which means I will be avoiding the Internet at all costs in order to revise, revise, revise. I will miss you. Tris says hi, though.

But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped. I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.