- Do you remember what you said about your mom? That you didn't want her to know you were here, because she wouldn't be able to let go? You're the one who can't let go and you have to. It's not fair for me to keep you here.
+ You're not keeping me here, I'm keeping me here.
- Well, then it's not fair for me to make you stay.
+ Melinda, why we won't be together if we can?
- Because we're not together, we can't be, not in the real world.
+ But in our world. Isn't this better than never seeing each other again?
- Total naked truth? I'll be happy never leaving this house again if I could be with you, alive or dead, but you have a journey to take and so do I. We're just can't be together right now. It's our fork in the road until we meet again, over on your side.
+ My road, my journey is with you, it is you, that's always been that way. That was the choice I made and I can't let it go just because I'm dead. That's a sentence you don't hear saying yourself every day.
- I don't want you to come here anymore. It hurts us both, you know? And it's wrong, so if you love me, you just do the right thing and cross over.
+ You don't believe that.
- Yes, I do. Please, don't make this any harder than already is. You know what you have to do. I'll be with you again, and it won't see like such a long time, I promise.

When your heart gets broken, you sort of see the cracks in everything.

Hate is a four letter word..

..Love is a four letter lie

I've made a lot of mistakes and nobody knows that more than you do, but the biggest mistake I ever made was letting you go. What I should have done was realize that being with you made me the luckiest girl on the planet. What I should have done was treat you with respect. I should've done a lot of things I didn't do, and I didn't do them, because I was afraid, I was scared.

Ben: When I was in home growing up, my father had this amazing hability to always let me down in the exact most important moments. I mean it was incredible, little times like baseball games, you know, he said he'd be there, so I tried really hard, but of course he never went, he forgot. Birthday parties, my high school graduation, he didn't show up. There were other things too, he get angry sometimes. I must be really dense, because it took me forever to realize he's like a raging alcoholic, he broked things, hit things and he hit us.
My whole life I spent trying to figured out what I was doing to make him that way. Like what mistake was I'm making, how did I somehow hurted him to make him act that way.
Anyway, it's weird, living here, being away, you know. All of the sudden I have this distance from that madness. And the one thing I can see know, that I can never see before is that it wasn't me, it wasn't me. I'm not the reason he drink. I'm not the reason he get mad and hurt me and hurt my mom.
It was him. It wasn't me, It was him. I just wanted to tell you that.

It's amazing how we blame ourselfs. Probably just human nature to try to make sense of things, random things. I think the scariest part is realizing that sometimes bad things just happen, no reason, no purpose.
They just occur and we're left to pick up the pieces. I guess that's what we're all doing all the time, just picking up the pieces the best we can.

She stared at him, knowing with certainty that she was falling in love. She pulled him close and kissed him beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth she'd been lucky enough to find him.

I'll never let you find me, I'm leaving you behind with the past and I won't look back.
And I don't want to hear your reasons, don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.
Try, try to understand me, try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay and I'm moving on from this place, leaving and I won't wait, I'm running away.

Sometimes 'goodbye' is a painful way to say 'I love you'.

When you're young you have this image of your life, that you'd be scrupulous and one day even make a wife, and you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross and if it happen to you wake completely lost. But I will fight for you, be sure that I will fight until we're the special two once again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together, our hands will not be taught to hold anothers when we're the special two. And we can only see each other, we'll bleed together, these arms will not be taught to need another when we're the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me that lies will lock you up with truth the only key, but I was comfortable and warm inside my shell and couldn't see this place would soon become my hell. So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save my face? Well I guess the answer is 'don't do it in the first place'. I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now, but if I have a chance to change your mind, you know I will not let you down, because we were the special two and we'll be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together, our hands will not be taught to hold anothers when we're the special two. And we can only see each other, we'll bleed together, these arms will not be taught to need anothers when we're the special two.