if my love were an ocean ,
There would be no more land.
If my love were a desert ,
You would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
Late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings ,
I'd be soaring in flight.

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I'd be soaring in flight.

Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when he
hurt you so badly?”
Kellan:“It was love
because it was worth it.

With everything going on in my life – going on in my head – I wanted to talk with you. Really talk. Just once. A chance we never seemed to get at school. Or at work. A chance to ask, Who are you?'
We didn’t get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid that I had no chance with you.
That’s what I thought. And I was fine with that. Because whit if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were?
That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.