“I’ll always love you.” “I’ll love you, too.” He touched my face. “Forever.”

“I’ve been writing more songs in my head,” he said, “about being a ghost and a shade.” His face turned smooth and solemn. “How I’d die all over again just to touch you.”

“The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.”

“Jesus loves you.”“Then how come he never calls?”

“I'll never forget you. I'll never forget your voice or your face or your dumb jokes. And i'll never forget your love.”

“I love you all, so much more than you should ever love me.”

“He knelt and slowly ran his hand down my arm, his lids heavy and his lips parted. “Aura . . . where can I touch you?”“Anywhere.”His hand left my arm and drifted to the rise of my hip bone. “And where can I kiss you?”I took a deep breath, long past ready for the future. “Everywhere.”