"He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully short ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and nonsensical when thought. The kind you find in the back of a book and dog-ear because you want to poke at it a bit later, when your heads a bit clearer. Written by a romantic poet who's name sounds like a soft breath and a reputation."

"I will never apologize for being me"

"I try to forgive you but I struggle cause I don't know how. We built it up so high and now I'm falling. It's a long way down."