He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

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

Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.

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