It's odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there's barley any separation between who we are and who they are.

I can’t change the past, Tate. I wish I could, because I’d go back and relive every day that I existed without you, and I’d make sure that you smiled.” My eyes burned with regret, and I saw the pools in her beautiful blues, too. “Every minute of my future belongs to you.

I'm going to hell. I'm pretty sure she'd going to drag me there herself.