You're probably the most boring teenager in the world.
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.
Everyone makes mistakes, even if some are worse than others. Accidents happen.
Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.
She turned the key, never taking her eyes from him.
I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.