Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

For me there was-is-nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it