But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

I'm nostalgic and I do think about a "what if."

I have always been drawn to coming-of-age stories and books and movies featuring compelling young characters.

I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?