I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

Do you really think he was flirting with me?" "Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.

That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.