We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.

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

He’ll have to prove it to you. Every day, he’ll have to prove he’s worthy of you. And if he doesn’t, that’s it. But I think he will.

They never played games with each other, they never had tow worry where they stood, because if either of them had a moment of wavering, the other would say I love you and would mean it and all doubts were forgiven because in this one case it was found that love conquers all.

I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.