I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.
Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating.
He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.
This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.
Hope keeps you alive.