It's hard keeping everything the same when the same things look and feel so different

Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.

I'm ready for something private, private and real

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

Say it again,” he says. “That whole drawn-out speech?” I remember something about a solar system, but I’m too light-headed to recite the entire thing all over again. He steps closer. “No. The part about you fallin’ for me.

Opening yourself up to making mistakes and being vulnerable is what makes it beautiful and special with the person you love.

And I’m yours,” I tell him. “Forever and always and then some.