There's a point when you have to stop fightin' the whole world.

It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.

- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.

It’s not Brittney’s face, not her smile, not even her eyes. All of that surface stuff made the world see her as beautiful, but it was the deeper stuff that made her different.

He has eyes so expressive they give a hint to more than what he portrays. He’s dedicated to his friends, family, and even his motorcyle. He touched me as if I were made of glass. He kissed me as if he’d savor it for the rest of his life.

- Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.