He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

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

It was so nice just to live in the moment, to enjoy holding him so closely, to pretend for a little while that they were merely two young people in love and nothing else.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.