I have become very good at clearing histories.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

I hope suffering don't exist.

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.

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.