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.

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

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

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