There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

Firsts are best because they are beginnings

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.

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.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.