Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, and the best stories are in which the ending is a surprise.

You have no idea how much the last few days have meant to me," I began. "Meeting you has been the best thing that's ever happened to me.

You have a talent that comes from inside you, from your heart, not your fingers. What you have can’t ever go away. It’s what other people only dream about. You’re an artist.

I had no choice. Love does funny things to people.

I love you, Katie. You might not be ready to say those words now, and maybe you'll never be able to say them, but that doesn't change how I feel about you.

I know. You could never hid anything. Your eyes always gave you away. You had the most wonderful eyes I'd ever seen." She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked discretely at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I loved you more that summer than I ever loved anyone.