We don't get to choose who we love. Or stop loving them when they're difficult.

You don't have to apologize for your feelings. You can't make yourself fall in love with somebody.

Am I wrong about love? Is it founded on mutual respect, on like meeting like, not on heart-pounding, stomach-churning nervousness and petty compliments?

He may not have said the words, but I know my son. I saw the way he looked at you.""How?""Like he'd do murder for you.