It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

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.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn’t wait to break the news. And if he didn’t want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn’t be able to live with was if she never told him.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?