I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.
Our moments fall around us like rain. Or snow. Or confetti.
I was right here. I didn’t go anywhere. I was right here. I was right here the whole time. None of you could see me. Nobody could see me.
There’s no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow.
Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek.
He was dead. He was dead, and she was back.
Don’t worry, Dr. Montague. I don’t expect you to believe me.