I’m so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

June will break your heart. I can see it already. She’ll shatter you into a million pieces.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

I’d gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is...

I certainly don’t understand all these strange new feelings inside me–am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

She’s pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty’s not the right word. Beautiful.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

What a joke! Poor little rich girl’s fallen in love with the Republic’s most famous criminal.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, “Feel that? It beats for you.

Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he’s kissing me one last time.

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.

My forever’s end quickly

I’m June.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

I’ve never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn’t a word that fits June… but here, now that she’s sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.

At this moment, all I’m thinking about is what I’d give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.

June cackled with delight, muttering, “Whoops!” as a car almost killed them.

Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two…

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting...

I find myself pausing to admire her face.For a brief moment, I’m lost to my surroundings.

I ALMOST KISSED THE GIRL LAST NIGHT.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter’s cold,The lad that hopes for heavenShall fill his mouth with mould.

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

He returns my smile. His teeth are beautiful, the loveliest I’ve seen so far on these streets.

You led the soldiers right to my family’s door. You’re the reason they’re dead.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

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You’re brilliant,”he says.”But you’re a fool to stay with someone like me.”I close my eyes at the touch of his hand.”Then we are both fools.

He loved you.

Goodnight, June.

He’s right. I can’t deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

I miss London on nights in June or in October.

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.

You should have taken me with you,” I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother’s killer.I will...

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.

I need to let him go.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

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The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to...

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart. He is beauty, inside and out. He is the silver lining in...

What’s the point of keeping in touch with the girl you’re crazy about, when you’re dying?

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and...

I received my parents’ permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.