…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.