And If only I could, I'd make a deal with God.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s in the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.