Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and maybe we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Raw love, like raw heart-ache, could blindside you.

The best way to prevent a heartache was to cushion the coming blow.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow-beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn't whay they need?

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

To find out a heart she'd believed irrevocably broken had somewhere along the way been fixed.