Ooh, J, he's got ink too." "Just when i didn't think he could get any hotter.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

Erin you' re dangerous." "Iknow.

Few of us can actually change the world. We can only change ourselves. But if enough people took that to heart, the world would change.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.