Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.

Who knows Maybe theyre right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

He looks at her and smiles. Youre sort of dangerous you know She stares at him. Me Yeah he says sitting back. Im way too honest with you.

You forget all of it anyway. First you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didnt really learn but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers and eventually youll forget those too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friends home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me it was something by Simon Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you And eventually but slowly oh so slowly you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not who was pretty smart athletic and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved and even the ones you actually did. Theyre the last to go. And then once youve forgotten enough you love someone else.

It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone you dont need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

But my God its so beautiful when the boy smiles

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearIll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy you were my only boy forever.

When forever becomes a place...when forever ceases to be just a word when it ceases to be just a measurement of timebut instead becomes a place where soul mates can dance to the song in their hearts... that is a reflection of true love.

Youve got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesnt define you but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you dont have to struggle to be good enough for.

They were within twenty yards of each other and so abrupt was his appearance that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise but shortly recovering himself advanced towards the party and spoke to Elizabeth if not in terms of perfect composure at least of perfect civility.