Books are the only way to run away without leaving home.

I remembered today how very much he loved reading and how I hardly ever saw him carrying no book in his hands. He said books smelled like he imagined other galaxies would.
But he was carrying my books the last time we met, I know now he did not want anything that reminded him of me. And the truth is, I doubt he ever got to read them.

is this a mycro story?

Your mom said ‘we’re all wearing bright colours’, but I’m wearing a black dress in your funeral. She’s wearing sky blue, she doesn’t know black is, was, your favourite colour.

People fall in love in mysterious ways.

I loved a boy who spent three whole years wishing he was high; I bet he is right now.

And then I almost loved another that just for a month and a half made me feel like I was high.

Suddenly it all made perfect sense: time does not mean anything.

The first one gave me at least two thousand kisses more than the second one; the second one gave me the brightest, purest smile. I would never dare miss the first one, but the second... I still mourn him, for he was everything I had ever wanted.