What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

But sometimes, too, you have this little feeling of knowing, this fuzzy, gnawing sense that someone will become a major something in your life. You just know that theirs will be a life you will enter and become a part of.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

It was a shut door, and shut doors meant things kept to yourself. There were reasons you kept things to yourself, and they usually weren’t good, happy, open-air sort of reasons. Still, I didn’t want to see behind that door. You think you want to know everything there is to know about everything there is to know. But you don’t. Not really. I had pried the lid off of the dark places of another person before, I had seen inside. Down deep. You don’t want to look at what’s rotting there.

It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.

...forever is hard enough without it beginning now.

I kept trying to talk myself out of my second thoughts when they were trying to help me. My advice? When it comes to relationships, second thoughts should be promoted.