It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.

Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. She'd believed in it once too, back when she was eighteen. But she knew that love was messy, just like life. It took turns that people couldn't foresee or even understand, leaving a long trail of regret in its wake. And almost always, those regrets led to the kinds of what if questions that could never be answered.

I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching.

You hope for the success, you dream about it, but you never expect it.

All of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.

It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she'd never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right.