But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.