He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

Some things were better lost than found.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

I had found him again and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naive and irrational and somehow, right again.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be.Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.