But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

Looking at her, I thought again how beautiful she was - even in jeans and a T-shirt, no makeup, she was breathtaking. So much so that it was hard to believe she could ever have looked at herself and seen anything else.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story