Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

It’s the same thing. Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.

I realized that there were times when we talked not because we needed to communicate anything important, but simply because we each drew comfort from the other's voice.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you.

it was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.

Did you hear that Mitch? Your mom thinks you're beautiful.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.