He was thirty-one now, not too old, but old enough to be lonely. He hadn't dated since he'd been back here, hadn't met anyone who remotely interested him. It was his own fault, he knew. There was something that kept a distance between him and any woman who started to get close, something he wasn't sure he could change even if he tried. And sometimes in the moments right before sleep came, he wondered if he was destined to be alone forever.

The past can be escaped only by embracing something better.

Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.

is love at first sight truly possible?

I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.

I think our love can do anything we want it to.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.