I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.

Don't be sorry, Callie,' he says with a heavy-hearted sigh. 'You have your own sad story.

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

People say that time heals all wounds, and maybe they're right. But whit if the wounds don't heal correctly, like when cuts leave behind nasty scars, or when broken bones mend together, but aren't as smooth anymore? Does it mean they're really healed? Or is it that the body did what it could to fix what broke.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it." "Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.