If you insist on the chase," I say, my voice much surer than I feel."Then you better start training. 'Cause, dude you're in for a marathon.

It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.

It means you got your glow on." He smiled, hovering right alongside me. "It means you're on your way.

The love of every single one of my lives.

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.