Mason sees me and smiles as bright as the first star on the horizon.

There is no three-strikes when it comes to dating. One heartbreak and that’s it.

You can’t choose the time and place, the when and where, and with whom you fall in love.

This is why I don’t date girls. They’re weird. They talk about everything and assume you want to too. I don’t get it. It’s as if their bras are filled with words.

Its a love story – about two people like your sister. Doesn’t your sister deserve A Love Story? Doesn’t everyone? Don’t I?

He smells like Speed Stick, shampoo, and all I’ve ever wanted.

And Eden bursts out laughing-making the photos look like we were the gayest straight couple on planet hetero.

It should be in the Bible. Thou shalt not check out thy best friend.

Mason looks me in the eye. “I’ll be okay, Jamie, as long as I have you.

But somehow, he’s perfect. My every daydream come true.