The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

Any guy, even imaginary, would just feel like second best. Second best to what? I don't even have an image of the perfect boyfriend. I just know he must exist. Because I have all these feelings-love, longing, wanting to be touched, dreaming of being kissed-yet no one to focus them on.

What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

Anyway, what does mad mean exactly?" Rami added quickly "Aren't we all a little mad? Don't we have to be somehat mad just to go on living, to go on hoping?

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.