Adam Silvera

I don’t know if it’s sadder to die alone or in the company of someone who not only doesn’t mean anything to you, but also probably doesn’t care much for you either.

History is all you left me

To live is the rarest thing in the world.

Most people exist, that’s all.

—Oscar Wilde

No matter when it happens, we all have our endings. No one goes on, but what we leave behind keeps us alive for someone else.

You may be born into a family, but you walk into friendships. Some you’ll discover you should put behind you. Others are worth every risk.

For those who need a reminder to make every day count.

To live is the rarest thing in the world.

Most people exist, that’s all.

—Oscar Wilde

I guess what I’ll miss most are the wasted opportunities to live my life and the lost potential to make great friends with everyone I sat next to for four years.

I kiss the guy who brought me to life on the day we’re going to die.

“Finally!”

“I would’ve loved you if we had more time.” I spit it out because it’s what I’m feeling in this moment and was feeling the many moments, minutes, and hours before. “Maybe I already do. I hope you don’t hate me for saying that, but I know I’m happy.

“People have their time stamps on how long you should know someone before earning the right to say it, but I wouldn’t lie to you no matter how little time we have. People waste time and wait for the right moment and we don’t have that luxury. If we had our entire lives ahead of us I bet you’d
get tired of me telling you how much I love you because I’m positive that’s the path we were heading on. But because we’re about to die, I want to say it as many times as I want—I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”