You're torn between wanting to be closer and wanting to push me away," he said. "So I vote for closer. I'll always vote for closer.

As long as you loved somebody, each kiss was hope and wonder, but it was also the potential for good-bye.

Pushing through fear was what eventually set you free.

Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn't be held, only borrowed for a time.

But you can't lose someone you truly love. Love doesn't come with an on-off switch. It's made of to many threads of memory and hope and heartache that weave themselves into the very core of who you are.

We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.