Sooner or later we’re all gone, so no one bothers getting attached.

That word. I would have given anything to hear her say it over the summer, to have had the chance to say it back, but now, more than ever, I understand its true power. How...

I’m trying to say that I think doing what you feel can’t always be easy, but at least you’re being true to yourself.

She was suppose to be mine. I hers. We were suppose to be like the birds.

We were suppose to be like the birds.