“Those are the hardest pieces of all to accept. The pieces of our puzzleThat just don't belong”

“Whatever connection we thought we had before this...it doesn't compare to this moment. No matter what happens between us in life, this moment has just merged pieces of our souls together. Well always have that, and in a way it's comforting to know.”

“You, baby girl. You’re my final piece.”

“I hate that there are so many sides of him that I don't understand, and I don't know if I even want to keep trying to understand them. There are parts of him that I love, parts of him that I hate. But there's a part of him that does nothing but disappoint me, and that's the absolute hardest part to accept.”

“See this? I wrote this piece two years ago, after my parents died. I was angry. I was hurt. I wrote down exactly what I was feeling. When I read it now, I don't share those same feelings. Do I regret writing it? No. Because there's a chance that someone in this very room may relate to this. It might mean something to them.”

“The first time you kissed me?" I say. "That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night”

“I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.”