Come on honey, give me something to lie about.

With her hand curled around mine, it kills me to think that this warmth will leave me one day.

Sometimes I feel yesterday was a week ago.

When you turn to the person you thought you've shared everything with only to have them say that it all belongs to you. How are you supposed to feel about that?
This isn't something they tell you. No one ever warns you about this sort of thing - the pressure of owning something wholey when you thought you carried only half the burden.

Life is the sum of directions we look at.

His eyes shines with so much honesty that for someone such as I who's spent their entire lives lying, it hurts to look at them.