You should never wish for wishful thinking.

I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth." -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

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

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own, we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. It's the concert rush to end all concert rushes, because this is what matters. When the heart races, this is what it's racing towards.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?