Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

Everyone has a book inside of them - but it doesn't do any good until you pry it out.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.