You don't get to choose," Lincoln said. "It's just happening.

It's still romantic falling inlove for someone for who she is and what she says and what she believes in.

I think of it like winter. During winter, it isn't that the sun is gone (or cheating on you with some other planet). You can still see it in the sky. It's just farther away.

Enough about me and my tapeworm. How are you?

I love you and I need you to be happy. And you're not happy. So I look for what in your life is making you unhappy.

It would have to be. I already love you so much. I already feel like something in my chest is going to pop when I see you. I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.

I don't know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I've lost faith in "the".