Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life.

love, I've come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

If you're a bird... I'm a bird...

Someday you'll find someone special again. People who've been in love once usually do. It's in their nature.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.