Adam Silvera

You’re still alive in alternate universes, Theo, but I live in the real world where this morning you’re having an open casket funeral.

I didn’t realize that everyone is someone’s ex.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life—or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window—is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

People are complicated puzzles, always trying to piece together a complete picture, but sometimes we get it wrong and sometimes we’re left unfinished.

I was a world champion grudge-holder, and I didn’t want to let go of it. I was afraid that if I did, I’d lose my only real connection to Theo.

The fun part is trying to figure out what everything means, and that’s the best part of being alive.

I find pieces of you in every song I listen to.

It’s amazing how much one person can change the world, even if they don’t know they’re doing it.

I think there’s a part of me that can’t let go of things that aren’t even real anymore.

I’ve become this happiness scavenger who picks away at the ugliness of the world, because if there’s happiness tucked away in my tragedies, I’ll find it no matter what.

It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

The worst kind of love is the one that you feel for someone who will never love you back.