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

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

I only have eyes for you.