And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.

We meet. We always meet, somehow we're always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.

Sometimes love was not about winning, but about wise sacrifice and the realiability of friends like Arianne. Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

Free will...it's all the rage these days

What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?

Callie always said Luce was incapable of brutal honesty and that was why she got herself stuck in so many crappy situations with guys whom she should have just told no.

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out