Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.

I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

He's not my step brother technically, so I think it's okay that I kissed him once.

I walked inside Macy’s and faced the pathetic spectacle of a department store full of shoppers, none of whom were shopping for themselves. Without the instant gratification of a self-aimed purchase, everyone walked around in the tactical stupor of the financially obligated.

We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing.

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love