Why am i here? What's my purpose?

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

There's no reason to speak. I have nothing to say.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.