I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.

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

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing. I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore I didn't. I can't help it. I just do.

But I want you to know that you're a beautiful girl, far more beautiful than I ever was at your age, and that starving yourself to compete with all of those skinny celebrities who spend half their lives checking in and out of rehab is not only a completely unreasonable and unattainable goal, but will only end up making you sick.