“Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.”

Um,i’m going shopping for a dress for the Homecoming Dance with Miranda,Wyatt and Leif.” Dank chuckled.”So,Leif’s wearing a dress?

What if she never remembers?” “Then you better make her fall in love with you, again.” “How did I do it the first time?” “You let her in.

Last question. Why do you love Della? – Braden Until Della walked into my life I didn’t understand the idea of love. I had never been in love and experienced very little love in my life. But I’d seen it once -Woods

Why couldn’t I have just made it home without seeing them? I wasn’t in the mood to play good freaking Samaritan to Beau and his trashy girlfriend.

Did you really think I would be this excited about college if I thought I’d be leaving my girl behind?

You’re my existence. I’m yours

The emptiness where I used pain to fill the hole no longer controls me, no longer calls me because of you.

Maybe not this year or the next but one day they’d end up married. In this lifetime and every one after it. Just knowing that I’d get to watch them find each other and fall in love in every life made me smile.

Unconditional love is hard to compete with.

I’m not losing you again. You’re with me. I want you there beside me. Always.

Write every day. Writing is a muscle that gets stronger with use.

When a soul is created, so is its mate. In every lifetime those souls find each other. They complete the other’s destiny.

You want to know what happened? YOU happened Rush. That’s what happened.

You’re ever song I have ever sung. I’ll never let anything hurt you again. For the first time in my life, my dreams aren’t about me. They’re about you.” -Jax

You love me?” … “Yes. More than life.

Hold her for me. Hold her tight. Don’t let her be lonely. Don’t let her hurt. Please.

When I was younger it felt very alienating and I try my best to be the person that I would’ve needed, for other people.

I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.

It was so gorgeous it almost felt like sadness.

I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.

I don’t know how you bridge that contradiction, but I felt that Barack Obama was sincere. It didn’t feel like a line to me.

I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.

Patch? Whatever happens, i love you.” i wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way i felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.