This stuff doesn't matter. What matters is what you do with it." Sara snaps the highlighter cap on. "I try not to think about how boring it is (History). I just keep reminding myself about how I want my life to be and what I have to do to get there. Then it's simple.

We can’t help who we love. Love isn’t logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?

I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

We’re products of our choices.

It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.