Shades of Earth

I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn't determine whether you get it or not, that "no" might not be enough, that life isn't fair, that my parents can't save me, that maybe no one can.

What is in our hearts is real whether we name it or let it exist only in darkness or silence.

But death doesn't work like that. It doesn't care if someone loves you, doesn't want you to go. It just takes. It takes and it takes until eventually you have nothing left.

But there's a difference, isn't there? Between saying goodbye and death.

I'll always come back to you.

We all die someday." Maybe the only thing that makes that fact bearable is the idea that death is the only way we can return to the stars.

He blinks. Touches the side of my face, near my eyes. My eyes that are blue now, not green. With oval irises. "I'm still me," I say, because my greatest fear now is that he doesn't want a hybrid Amy. He cocks an eyebrow. "You think I care if your eyes are blue or green? I just care about you." His hand slips down my arm, and he wraps his pinky finger around mine. "You came back to me," I say, my voice breaking over unshead tears of joy. "I'll always come back to you," he tells me pulling me close. Always.

There is only him and me and this thing between us that I cannot name, not out loud, but that my heart knows is love.

It's hard to think about all the bad when she reminds me of all that's good.

I might have the whole world now, but it's not enough if I don't get to share it with her.

That is what a book is: a million little things, a thousand feelings, hundreds of experiences, all melted together and sculpted into a book-shaped vessel.

I would trade all the stars in the universe if I could just have him back again.

I choose this," I say, my voice ragged with want. "I choose you.

We fall into each other. All the other voices in my head--the fear, the doubt, the worry--are drowned out. I die at the end of each kiss and am brought gasping back to life at the beginning of the next. I close my eyes and the entire world fades away.

If it's a matter of dying here or dying there, I think I'd like to at least see the world first.

We can fight, and we can disagree, but I'm never going to let you walk away from me thinking I don't love you.

If someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back

What matters right now is this: we're each of us standing here, together, alive, together.

Don't you see? Those monsters you've been so worried about. Not aliens. People. The monsters have always been people.

He looks once in my eyes, a question still there. But we are beyond questions. We are in a plsce where there are only answers, and my answer to him is yes.

Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…

She was a good person. She didn’t deserve to die.” “I don’t think it works that way.

You could have valued our lives more than your secrets.

I have never desired anything more than him in this moment.

For the past three months, the walls of Goodspeed forced us close together. Now I´m wondering if they were the only things that kept Amy near me.

I have the whole world now, but I don't have him.

They'll never truly be able to comprehend how much was lost for their limitless sky.