There's a lot of magic between you too, ain't no denying that. And magic makes forgettin' hard.

Change isn't always for the best.

I’m stuck babysitting turtle eggs while a volleyball player slash grease monkey slash aquarium volunteer tries to hit on me.” I’m not hitting on you,” he protested. No?” Believe me, you’d know if I was hitting on you. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from succumbing to my charms.

In all love stories the theme is love and tragedy, so by writing these types of stories, I have to include tragedy.

It was one thing, after all, to know his feelings for Amanda hadn't changed; it was another thing entirely to face the future with the certainty that they never would.

All he knew was that they fit somehow, and that he felt as if he spent most of his life traveling a path that led inexorably to her.

How can I describe how much I love you? Is it even possible to describe a love like that? I don’t know, but as I sit here with pen in hand, I know that I have to try.