Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes

Didn't I promise I'd always look after you and keep you from harm?

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.

No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skin—returning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.