We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

And yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.