But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that's happened in last month to download into my brain. It's nice, not knowing. Even if it's just for five minutes.