You and I were different. We came from different worlds, and yet you were the one how taught me the value of love. You showed me what it was like to care for another, and I am a better man because of it. I don't want you to ever forget that.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

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.

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I'll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.

Angela had done a marvelous job, I tell you. The puke was everywhere except the toilet. The walls, the floor, the sinks - even on the ceiling, though don't ask me how she did that. So there I was, perched on all fours, cleaning up the puke at the homecoming dance in my best blue suit, which was exactly what I had wanted to avoid in the first place. And Jamie, my date, was on all fours, too, doing exactly the same thing.