Just so you know, when they say "once upon a time"....they're lying. It's not once upon a time. Its not even twice upon a time. It's hundreds of times, over and over, every time someone opens up the pages of this dusty old book.

if there isn’t a them, there can’t be an us.

Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and may be we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.

Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles--they kept reality from paralyzing you

But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete.