Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.

I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.

And sometimes you meet someone who doesn't see you any differently if you tell them. That is everything.

Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.