Men are strange, aren’t they? They don’t see what’s right in front of them.
Maybe memory fades for a reason. If we just dwelled on the bad things in the past, we’d never get over them. And if we just dwelled on the good, we might never match it again.
Don’t say “always.” “Always” makes promises it can’t keep.
People like us don’t fall in love. We plummet to places, deep and dark. But love? Love is the thing we climb to.[to Nick]