You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

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

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.