If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.

Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into."It's not like the thought hasn't occurred to me. I get that the chances of finding him are small, but the chances of finding him as I remember him are even smaller. But I just keep going back to what my dad always says, about how when you lose something, you have to visualize the last place you had it. And I found―and then lost―so many things in Paris.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.

You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.