That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
What matters to you defines your mattering.
What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?
There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.
The moral of the story is that you don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.
If people could see me the way I see myself – if they could live in my memories – would anyone, anyone, love me?
I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.
Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou.
Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.