You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

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.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.