From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

You can't hurt someone who doesn't care about you.

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?