You don’t forget. You just move past it. Let go. Be who you were supposed to be instead of who they make you feel like you should be

Actually I'm taking her for a ride," I say slyly, inching my hand up the back of Ella's leg and she slaps the back of my head playfully. "I'm taking you for a ride in my car. And you think I'm the pervert.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

I love you, Ella May," I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And one day I want to be doing this exact same thing at our wedding.

See, the same old Ella still lives." He grins... "She just needed a little push out."... "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever." "Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back.

I've never walked home wearing just a pink robe and a pair of slippers.

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