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

I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks.

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

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.