“Tears upon tears splat on to the lined pages in my hands as I read about a nightmare come true. Quickly, I wipe away the saltwater so it won't fade the ink. Because even as my chest caves in and makes me hate the chipper birds and everything else, I know that I needed to read this today, and I need to read it again tomorrow.For me, reading is remembering.”

“for me, reading is remembering. the simplicity of knowing what's coming isn't so simple after all.”

“For me, reading is remembering.”

“....LondonLane: I’m sure I don’t remember everything. I remember the future the way you remember the past. You remember the really good and bad and forget some of the middle, right? LJH6678: Sure. LondonLane: Same with me. Why? LJH6678: Do you remember us having sex?...LJH6678: Well? LondonLane: Truth? LJH6678: YES! LondonLane: Yes.....Luke learned that he’s going to die young today and all he wants to ask me about is sex?”

“I can’t stay away from you,” he whispers...“Don’t stay away from me, then,” I whisper back...”

“When I finally accept it, the truth stings. But there's no time to dwell on it, and there are only two choices: I can remind myself about someone who is not a part of my life, or I can leave him out of my notes to save myself from going through this all over again tomorrow.”

“Luke and I stay nestled together until he nudges me. We’d better get going, he says gently.I guess I dozed off. I’m not letting you fall asleep without a note again. Why not? I ask, stretching. I kiss him on the cheek and add, with a sly smile, you don’t have to worry, Luke. I’ll remember you in the morning.”