Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.

Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd that fill them with loveAnd make the moon reflect their smilesAnd their stars plentyAnd, above all, keep them togetherAnd hold them as you mayForever and everUntil their last day.

I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn

Brooke was always my summer. She’ll always be my summer. And I had already made my choice a long time ago. Loving Brooke was what I was made to do.

We get used to pretty...eventually, we get used to sunsets and falling stars and things that sparkle.

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.