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

I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

I wonder what it's like to have that much power over a boy. I don't think I'd want it - it's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.