here we were again , always saying good-bye

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.

Misty of Chincoteague', 'The Black Stallion', the 'Saddle Club' books, I read 'em all. I was horse-crazy.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you're just listening to a CD called 'The Sounds of Crime' while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.

It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.