But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. Those three words were what everyone used; simple syllables couldn't contain something as rare as what I felt for Sean. I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

The jury is supposed to be twelve peers, but technically that would mean every single person on the jury should have Asperger's syndrome, because then they'd really understand me.