You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.