...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

People will tell you most of the story… and I’ve learned that the part they neglect to tell you is often the most important part. People hide the truth because they’re afraid.

And for an instant, I fantasized about wrapping my arms around her right then and there.

You know the real me," she said, stopping to peer up at him. "More than anyone else.

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

Henry nodded, thinking, 'If you were any more whipped, little brother, they'd serve you on ice cream.