But when he died, I saw – nothing. There was nothing left to see.
My eyes were closed and his mouth tasted like marzipan flowers and clove cigarettes, and in ten seconds the whole of my life was wrapped up in that one kiss, that one wish, that one secret that would forever divide my life into two parts.
Don’t settle, okay? Not for anything. I mean it. You only get this one chance at life, far as I know. Take it. Even if its not with me.
If I could find the butterfly that flapped its wings before we got into the car that day, I would crush it.
Sometimes I think I’m an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
But when he died, I saw – nothing. There was nothing left to see. It happened and it was impossible and beautiful and then it ended before it even really began, leaving nothing behind but secrets and broken hearts.
I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.
I’d rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people aren’t real.
I‘m not in love with him. I‘m in love with the way he erases things.
When you’re in the middle of being in love with someone, you just don’t stop to ask.
What if I come back and I’m different, Anna? Sometimes you go to a place where everything is different, and everything you ever know changes, and no one ever looks at you the same?
We have the ability to pass our memories on. We just have to tell them to someone.
And I don’t want to talk about it, because one day his name will brush against my lips in her presence, and through and involuntary blushing of the cheeks, a misting of the eyes, a breath drawn too tightly, or a single tear, the secret I’m supposed to keep locked up forever will be revealed.
Everyone says that the internet is so awesome because you can connect with people from all over the world, but I think it’s the opposite. The internet doesn’t make it easier to connect with anyone – it just makes it so you don’t really have to.
Sometimes looking at Frankie is like seeing Matt through a glass of water – a distorted composition of him with all the right parts, but mixed up and i the wrong order. As I watch her sing his old song, I can’t shake the feeling that he just stopped by to say hello.
I’m not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I’m not sure of anything.
They say true genius often strikes in the pale moments between awake and asleep.
Let someone else have a lucky day, Anna.
It got him killed, but at least he felt something.
Inside her head, Frankie had the map to my entire life, and I to hers. I hated that my feelings for Matt were uncharted and unmapped like a secret buried treasure.