“Logan began to sing, a lilting tune I didn't recognize. At first I wondered if we'd seen the band in concert together or had listened to it on one of our first dates.Then he reached the chorus, and the words were us.All my insecurities, all his excesses, all the ways we fought and pushed and pulled. And how it all didn't matter. Those things that tore us apart were no match for forever....I'd been so wrong about us. If he'd lived, we would've been happy. Not every day, but over the span of time that made up forever.But he hadn't lived....We had lost forever.”

“He leaned in. “Kiss me, one last time.” I called up a distant memory of his lips against mine. But this time, I kept my eyes open.When he pulled back, Logan passed his hand over my hair. “Don’t forget me, okay?”

“We were linked, for the endless now that felt every bit like forever.”

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

“So if he'd been a plumber, ___ _____ would've been about toilets?"Left blank to avoid spoilers but this is just too funny :)”

“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.”

“I know you're worried," Logan said. "You think the second I sign a deal, I'll turn into some kind of man-slut." He put his hands over mine, pressing my palms against his chest. "You've always been the only one, and you always will be.”