Maybe part of falling in love with someone else is also falling in love with yourself. I like who I am with her.

Why not more poems about the sun? The sun is also a star, and it's our most important one. That alone should be worth a poem or two.

Tragedy is funny.""Are we in a tragedy?" he asks, smiling broadly now."Of course. Isn't that what life is? We all die at the end.

I understand his fear. Who are we if not a product of our parents and their histories?

Save me from the nice and sincere boys who feel things too deeply.

I wonder why a girl who is so obviously passionate is so adamantly against passion.