After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.

So, I heard you're this ninja or something.