We are all the same and we are all different. What great friends we will be.

The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn’t love, but gratitude.

I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.

When the leaves stop falling wasn't her time to die, it was your time to live.

The day I died was just like any other idle Thursday.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.