Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's... - Gayle Forman, Where She Went

"It's my turn to see you through,' she whispers, coming back to me and wrapping me in her blanket as I lose my shit all over again. She holds me until I recover my Y chromosome."

"But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today."

"There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that."

"You dumb-ass,"I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me."

"In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's."