" The problem with books is that they end. "

" I wanted to talk about it.
Damn it.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
But all I could do was whisper,
‘I’m fine.’ "

" Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me. "

" Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood. "