How do we want to remember each other? As screaming faces in a parking lot? Or as the people that, for one night, just showed up as their best selves?
Good memories are like a beautiful song. You don’t want them to ever end.
Every battle scar is gonna be another memory.
A girl with no memory’s got nothing to lose.[to Mark]
A baby is expected. Memories are not. They simply come.[to Brianna]
