She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary. - Jonathan Safran Foer

I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.