The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.

Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?

Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.

People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.

He looks at her and smiles. "You're sort of dangerous, you know?"
She stares at him. "Me?"
"Yeah," he says sitting back. "I'm way too honest with you.

Is it possible not to ever know your type--not to even know you have a type--until quite suddenly you do?