Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

It’s like irresistible poison: I’m mesmerized by the way it’s making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.