There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.

Tragedy is when someone ends up dead. Everything else is just a bump in the road. For the record, that was something Daddy used to say.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.

Intimacy doesn't have all that much to do with backseats of cars. Real intimacy is brushing your teeth together.

Liz, I like you very much," he says. "Oh," she says, "I like you very much, too!" Owen is not sure if she means "O" for Owen, or just plan "Oh." He is not sure what difference it would make in either case. He feels the needs to clarify. "When I said 'I like you very much,' I actually meant 'I love you.'" "O," she says, "I actually meant the same thing." She closes the car door behind her. "Well," he says to himself, driving back to his apartment, "isn't that something?

The truth is, sometimes too much can happen in a relationship, and then there's nothing anyone can do or say. It's broken.