so this is how it goes

Some love stories are short stories. But they're still love stories.

Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror.

Put me in your heart and go see everything, Brooke. And then come back to me.

It sounds like snow out our window and I feel so cold Can we light a fire? Maybe inspire these feelings I used to know Let's go cut down our own tree, call all our family And tell them that we're just fine. Put up some lights, stay up all night It's Christmastime.

You said you meant it, and there's a piece of me in every single second of every single day But if it's true, then tell me how it got this way

I'm thankful for a life with more question marks than periods.

Life is short, life is dull, life is full of pain. This is a chance for something different.

Something else. I want something different, something more. Some sort of counterintuitive love.

With each new day it becomes more apparent to me that everything and everyone in this world is connected in some beautiful and inexplicable way, and the more I accept that, the more my world seems to come together.

We live in this culture where everything is supposed to be so hip and so cool, and it’s not cool to love, and it’s not cool to take care of each other, and it’s not cool to stand up for ourselves. But you know what? Fuck all of that. I believe in love, and I believe that the only way that we are going to survive this fucking craziness that’s going on in our world today is if we just learn to look at love, turn our heads the other way from all the bullshit, and fucking love.

You're going to meet the most extraordinary men, the sexiest, brightest, funniest men, and you're going to fall in love with so many of them, and you won't know until the end of your life who your greatest friends were or your greatest love was.