You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you.

What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I'll be lucky if I can just find someone who'll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I've already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn't feel? What if she's waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don't find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?

So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

My shoes I got to pick. I chose worn-out red flats. I figured I should make it clear from the start that I wasn’t princess material.

She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change.