The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.

You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.

You fell in love with me?