Not even a repeat of Dawson’s Creek makes me feel better.

I have a theory that the answers to all of life's major questions can found in a John Mayer song.

Do you want to be with Dave for the rest of your life?” Then he rips off a piece of paper and picks up the smallest charcoal stick from my set. He writes something. He passes it over to me. It says: Time will tell. “And while you’re waiting,” he says, “don’t settle for anything less than what you really want.

I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.

Life would be so much easier if fictional boys were real.

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

You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.