Unlit Star

Their story isn't a fairytale, but that's okay, because fairytales are predictible, and sometimes boring.

Something remarkable can always be the result of something devastating, if you choose to find that one positive in a nest of negatives.

I want to live as much as I can,and if people are around when I happen to get spontaneous, I can't exactly tell them to go away. I can't be like, clear out the grocery store! I feel the impulse to dance.

I think I would have missed you even if we'd never met.

We always think we have more time and that is the wrong way to think, because time is something we never have enough of.

I'd rather be weird than a clone of everyone else.

And isn't it weird that no one wants to change who they are, yet they aren't even trying to be themselves? Just a thought. We're all so focused on being somebody, and it's usually never the real us.

The bigger the star, the quicker it dies.

Don't blameme in the morning when you're irrevocably obsessed with me." "I don't think I need to wait until morning for that to happen,

But what scares me the most about him is that he makes me want more—more of everything. More than this life, more than what I am promised, more than I can ever truly have.

It's never about how much you have-it's about how much what you have means to you.

I realize that sometimes we are our biggest critic, and that the person we have the hardest time gaining approval from is usually ourselves.

Peanut butter is my favorite food.” Rivers looks at me for a long time, finally shaking his head. He moves to my side, reclining next tome. “Peanut butter is not food.” “Then what is it?” “I don't know. A condiment. Like ketchup or mustard.” “Really, Rivers? Do you put peanut butter on a hamburger?” “Do you eat it plain?” he shoots back. “Yes.” “Okay, do most people eat it plain?

going to make the time we have together unforgettable. I'm going to fuse you to me, so that there is no way of knowing where the separation between you and me begins—or even if there is one. I'm going to fill this summer with us, so that when you look back on it, all you remember is me, and when I look back on it, all I remember is you. I'm going to put as much life into now as I can. Like you did for me. Now it's my turn.

Have you ever felt like you were searching for something, only you didn't know what it was until you found it?

It is true that no one can save you, no one but yourself. And sometimes...even you cannot save you, no matter how much you wish it was untrue. Sadly, some things are not meant to be saved.

I embrace me, exactly as I am, and the rest of the world can screw off.

I know my worth and the only person I need to prove anything to is myself. I like to dance. I like to sing. I like to talk to birds and squirrels. And I don't care who sees it. I'm not saying I never cared, because when I was younger, yes, I cared. I cared too much and I was hurt because of it, but not anymore. In recent years, I embrace me, exactly as I am, and the rest of the world can screw off.

I may keep my distance from others, but I am in no way shy. I keep my distance because I've found that I am a better person when I have no one looking at me, making me feel like I need to prove something to them, like I need to show them I have worth. I know my worth and the only person I need to prove anything to is myself.

Funny how we all finally decide to start living only when we irrevocably know we are dying.

You're saying one day I'll be a butterfly,” he says skeptically. I look up. “I'm saying you've always been one.

I don't think there is a question as to whether or not I want you, because that is painfully blatant right now, but did I miss you? It was so much more than that. And do I need you? Yes. I need you. My heart needs you, Delilah.

even in a world of pain and ugliness, cruelty and loss, there are still amazing things to cling to, to tell us not to give up, not to lose hope, and continue on to another day. There is life in death, always.

I'm not saying I never cared, because when I was younger, yes, I cared. I cared too much and I was hurt because of it, but not anymore. In recent years, I embrace me, exactly as I am,

I'm deformed I can barely walk. I'm ugly to look at. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life? Sit at some desk job and talk to people over a phone?" I jump to my feet and begin to clean off the table. "I'm not done," he tells me. "I think you need to go practice for your future career as a nobody. Go sit in your room and hold a phone in your hand or something.

You know the saying that nothing can last forever? It's partly true. Feelings can stop, people can leave us, but regardless, a piece of them is always with us, in some way. Maybe it's in a song, or a forgotten note, a picture. Even when you no longer love someone or can't be with them, you still remember them, you still remember good parts of them, and you smile. “Why worry about it lasting or not? Even if it doesn't, you'll still have a part of him. And he'll still have a part of you. And isn't that what's really important? Holding the best pieces of someone in our hearts so that the love never really fades, so that we don't forget that we once knew them, and they were special to us.

I don't think you ever realized how unimportant high school and your role in it really was. High school is what happens before your life begins. You can be the top dog in that big brown building and a nobody outside it.

I mean, I guess I don't really have you, but I feel like I do. I feel like when you smile at me...my whole body feels it. I've never felt so much so soon for anyone. I don't want to lose this feeling. You woke my soul up and the rest of me followed.

Your obvious need forattention and melodramatic acting sort of trumped my disfigurement.

His body heat seeps into my side, as does his sweet smell that makes me homesick for a home I've never had.