For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve given me a part of you that you haven’t given to anyone else. And now I’m finally getting to do the same.

You were never supposed to love me. I wasn’t prepared for it.

If you really want something, you should stop until you get it, no matter what you have to do.

And she couldn’t help but smile at the irony of the fact that the baddest boy in school could somehow always make her feel like the world was good.

I never stopped loving you. Not for one second.

Lauren leaned over and grabbed the bottle, pouring some into his glass. For a minute, they just sat next to each other in silence. Then Lauren said, "This is oddly familiar. Only it used to be whiskey."Michael smiled. "And it used to be straight out of the bottle. We've classed it up a bit, apparently.

See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do?”“Wow,” Lauren said. “Yes, Mr. Cliché, I know what I have to do. I make lemonade.”“No,” he said. “You scream, ‘Fuck you, lemons!”“And then you throw those goddamn lemons into oncoming traffic, and you go do what you want to do.

I don't want what my parents have. I want the couple in the park.