“Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.”

“Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.”

“Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just...want to see it again. Want to see you awake.”

“And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.”

“Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.”

“Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.”

“The goal of my life isn't just... to be happy.'Wouldn't it be easier if it was, though?”