But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

When I was little, I used to go to the local ice-skating rink. In my mind, I always felt like I could twirl and jump, but when I got out onto the ice, I could barely keep my blades straight. When I got older, that's how it was with people: In my mind, I am bold and forthright, but what comes out always seems to be so meek and polite. Even with Evan, my boyfriend for junior and most of senior year, I never quite managed to be that skating, twirling, leaping person I suspected I could be. But today, apparently, I can skate.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue Sent to the factory, just like me and like you So how come they stayed your execution? The audience roars its standing ovation "Dust.