I'll think about you everyday. Part of me is scared that there'll come a time when you don't feel the same way, that you'll somehow forget about what we shared, so this is what I want to do forever.

What? You don't think he's cute?" "I didn't really notice." "How can you not notice when a guy is cute?" Melody stared at her in disbelief.

It's your eyes. They're ... more serious than they used to be. Like they've seen things they shouldn't have.

The key to happiness was achievable dreams.

He was from a different class, too poor, and they would never approve if their daughter became serious with someone like him.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping