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.

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

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.