Maybe if we choose who we love more carefully we limit the possibility of getting hurt.

When did we stop saying 'love you' as we parted for our day or fell asleep at night? When did we think that it did not matter ?

You know when you think you know someone? More than anyone in the world? You know you know them, because you've seen them, like, for real. And then you reach out, and suddenly they are just... gone. You though you belonged together. You thought they were yours, but they're not. You want to protect them, but you can't.

It is wonderful to have someone praise you, to be desired.

It's better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone - so far.

She wasn't to know there was no room for Soren - or any other boy - in my heart. There was only one boy taking up that place.
Luca.