He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.