Breaking rules isn't bad when what you're doing is more important than the rule itself

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.

Your hair is a tangled mess,"he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.

Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David’s answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.

I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever.