You once said you loved me. Do you still?" My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.

From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you're confusing your emotions.

Don't they give you happy pills in this place?

Unfortunately, there are no guarentees in life.

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

Sometimes moving on takes effort. Sometimes moving on is harder than it looks.