“I tell you that I like being this close to you and how you feel against me. But now even I'm hesitant. I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won't feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.”

“You always say the right thingI don't remember you saying wrongYou make me laughAll the timeAlways there for me you've never been goneYou make me feel like I belongWhen I'm with you there's neverAnyone elseHold me close when I'm feeling downWhen I wake up you're still aroundWhen I am coldYou warm me upYou always smile when I'm frowningHold my hand when I'm cryingSomehow youcheer me upI'm so lucky to haveA friend like youBut somehowI want moreI'm afraid to lose youBut I can't stand toNot tell youI need you,Just a little morePerfect guyPerfect friendWhy can't you be mine?I just wantTo be a little more than friendsPerfect guyPerfect friendWhy can't you justBe mine?”

“Telepathically, I tell her I'm sorry. I tell her I just can't confide in her right now, tell her the three feet between us feels like three light-years to me and I don't know how to bridge it.Telepathically, she tells me back that I'm breaking her broken heart.”

“When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone.”

“I love you. I've never met anyone that affects me the way you do. I feel like I could conguer the world, bench press a bus, and run a marathon when I'm with you. You make me feel alive and so happy I can't even think straight.”

“I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.”