Since we have met I feel both happy and terrible all of the time.

In this moment the absence of shame is shaped like Alex Kosta and I don’t want to let go of this feeling.

I wish I could protect him from the people who refuse to see beyond his skin, who will never know the goodness of his heart.

Here’s the thing: the strings are already attached.

The devil does not whisper things you do not wish to hear; he tells you a beautiful story that you want to believe.

He was the person all of us should be, but most of us aren’t. And if I could have taken his place to buy him a little more time in the world, I’d have done it. I’m sorry I couldn’t.

I’ve never been in love before, but this moment is bittersweet and tender and terrible and perfect. Surely this must be it.

Kindness isn’t a debt.

I don’t know if my life will ever be completely normal again, but something like normal is a good start.

Maybe it’s time to find a new normal.