For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an
escape when I was right here beside him?
There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.
You have this ability to find beauty in weird places.
They adore you beacause they think you offer up your friendship and ask for nothing in return. But that's not true-' He took a deep breath. 'You do ask for something. You ask that we never expect you to need us.
If I wasn't me, you wouldn't be you.
For girls, becoming women was inevitability; for boys, becoming men was ambition.
How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.”
Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.
We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.