I have a billion what-ifs and no way forward.

Everybody's crooked. The trick is to find out how they're bent.

Very few people mate for life with the people they fall for at twelve. Doesn't mean is isn't real, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't mean it doesn't matter, but basically, we're talking a practice swing in the big game of love.

This seemed like one of those make-it-or-break-it moments where you have to consciously choose to do the right thing. Or be bad.

It was like the Justice League of Super Heroes but instead it was the Justice League of Hot Guys.

I made promises. I intend to keep them.