Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable.

HE was standing across the street, staring at her with a look of shock and dismay. One look in Oliver's eyes and she knew he knew. But how? How could he have known? The'd been so careful to keep their love a secret. The grief etched all over his face was too much to bear. Schuyler felt the words catch in her throat as she crossed the stree to stand in front of him. "Ollie...it's not..." Oliver shot her a look of pure hatred, turned on his heel and began to run away. "OLIVER, please,let me explain.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

I love her because she has become something more to me. She become my life.