I knew, deep down, that love, though a beautiful beginning, isn't enough. It's the practice of honoring and caring for another that's noble, not the emotion of love itself. The emotion is the easy part.

I wish our love was right now.

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I’m not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I’d want you to hear.

And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever

It's just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.

I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

There's only one racing strategy that matters.It's the one I run by: Get in the lead and don't let anyone pass you.