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.

Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future.

I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

When I was seventeen, my life changed forever . . .

Real people had real agendas, real demands, real expectations about how other people should behave.

That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.