The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

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.

need is never a good basis for any relationship. it has to be much more than that.

You will always be my always.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.