old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.

dreams are shadows cast by truth shining on our darkest secrets

Its just the anniversary, she wanted to tell him. Its just this time of the year stirring up these memories. Everything will be all right. But she couldn't say that, because she wasn't sure it was true.

Sometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if – really – they’ve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe that’s just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesn’t happen to me, I don’t want to think it happens to anyone else.

I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.