• Savy: I just had a crazy deja vu.
  • Don: Yeah? What?
  • Savy: Last year when we were working late night and everything was so loaded and tense. And now look at us, we're saying "your place or mine" like it's the most normal thing in the world.
  • Don: It's nice, isn't it?
  • Savy: It is. But if someone would've told me last year this time this is how things would end up, i would've laughed in their faces.
  • Don: So what are you saying?
  • Savy: I'm saying, things change, plans change. The old me would never admit that. But if everything had gone as I intended it to go, I wouldnt be here with you right now. So maybe its good to let go plans just make room for amazing things to happen.

Mr Van Houten, I’m a good person, but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. I think we make a good team. I don’t want to ask you for any favours, but if you have the time, and from what I saw you have plenty, please fix this for me. It’s a eulogy for Hazel. She asked me to write one and I’m trying, I just, I could use a little flair. See the thing is, we all want to be remembered, but Hazel’s different. Hazel knows the truth. She didn’t want a million admirers, she just wanted one, and she got it. Maybe she wasn’t loved widely, but she was loved deeply. And isn’t that more than most of us get? When Hazel was sick, I knew I was dying, but I didn’t want to say so. She was in the ICU when I snuck in for ten minutes and I sat with her before I got caught. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, but her hands were still her hands, still warm and her nails were painted this dark blue/black colour and I just held them and I willed myself to imagine a world without us, and what a worthless world that would be. She’s so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she’s smarter than you because you know she is. She’s funny without ever being mean. I love her. God, I love her, I’m so lucky to love her right now. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have a say in who hurts you. And I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. Okay Hazel Grace? Okay.

"the first time we met, we hated each other." "no, you didn’t hate me, i hated you. the second time we met, you didn’t even remember me" "i did too, i remembered you. the third time we met, we became friends." "we were friends for a long time." "and then we weren’t." "and then we fell in love."