“No patience. No kisses. No hugs. Just a tweezers and some rubbing alcohol, and a stinging sensation that never goes away.”

“To me, sympathy was like alcohol on a scraped knee. It didn't really heal anything; it just made the injury sting.”

“I was spinning—from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath.”

“I realize that nothing is really normal. All it takes to alter normalcy is a death or a birth. Or just some misguided fear, love, or loneliness that never goes away.”

“a kiss is just a kiss till its with the one you love. a hug is just a hug till its with the one your thinking of.a dream is just a dream till you make it come true. and love is just a word till its priven to you..”

“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.”