It was true; always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.

I might screw up, I might embarrass you, I might yell at you, but I will never, ever stop loving you. You're my first born. The first time I held you... I fell in love so hard it cracked my bones.

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.

There are always times in life that you don't fit in. But you have to go forward and make a place for yourself. That's what growing up is all about. Being strong and believing in yourself-even when you're most afraid.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.