And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.

This is it--what all the hoopla is about, what Wuthering Heights is about--it all boils down to this feeling rushing through me in this moment with Joe as our mouths refuse to part. Who knew all this time I was one kiss away from being Cathy and Juliet and Elizabeth Bennet and Lady Chatterley!?

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.