What is real and what is not is for your heart to decide and for your heart to know.

Tarzan-like men are my weakness, apparently.

Regrets are only felt by those who do not understand life's purpose.

I decided to find you, throw myself at your feet, and beg you to have mercy on me. Honestly, I'll accept whatever you choose, Kelsey. Just don't ask me to live apart from you again. Because...I can't.

Why does everything so bad for you always taste so dreamy?

We throw away what we could have been and waste our opportunities. We each have a purpose, a destiny, and to realize it, we must reach beyond what we think we are capable of.

Okay. So, apparently I find burly Indian men attractive. What's wrong with that?