There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

I love you, I'll never stop.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

But like everything else, love changed.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

I’m sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.