“I may not be allowed to love her, but that doesn't mean I'll let anyone hurt her.”

“I just wanted one person who would look at me and not want to see someone else.”“Who looks at you like that?” I lift my head up and lower my hands so I can see her face, and I can’t imagine anyone looking at this girl and wanting to see anything but her.“Everyone who loves me.”“Who is it they want to see?“A dead girl.”

“When I look at her now, I think, for just one second, that God doesn't hate me so much after all.”

“...but she's my tangent girl and I'll follow her if this is where she wants to go.”

“Just because I don't talk about it, doesn't mean I forget.”

“I don't know how to regret it. Because that would mean to regret that I ever met her and I can't make myself do that.”

“I feel like grabbing my crotch and checking to see if my balls are still there because I think they may be in her pocket and I need to get them back.”