I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

He was the kind of man everyone would fall in love with, even if they didn't want to.

I truly believe that while love can hurt, love can also heal.

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

It's easy to write something average or even something good. But writing well is quite challenging.

leaning in he kissed her gently, first on the cheek then on her lips. When he met her eyes, she saw the young man shed loved last summer and the young man she still loved now. "I never stopped loving you, Ronnie. and I never stopped thinking about you. even if summers do come and end" she smiled knowing he was telling the truth. "I love you too, Will Blakelee" she wispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

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