I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.

“and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that giv…”

“Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?”

“What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.”

“If I tell you another seven hundred times, maybe one of these days you might tu…”