You see, Dash -- I was never the girl in your head. And you were never the boy in my head. I think we both knew that. It's only when we try to make the girl or boy in our head real that the true trouble comes. I did that with Carlos, and it was a bad failure. Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.