The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.

Where do we go from here?"-Kiera
"We go nowhere."-Denny

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

Love is not the absence of logic
but logic examined and recalculated
heated and curved to fit
inside the contours of the heart

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.

I was so afraid of wanting too much that I couldn't trust her handing me a shot at getting it. I don't want to be that senselessly fearful ever again.