I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it We were so intimate once upon a time I cant believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I cant imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I havent been.

You were the missing piece of my soul the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

Thats why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasnt constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were but more than that you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered-- not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.

You asked why I couldnt forgive you Nick said very quietly and I jumped a little. It was because you were the love of my life Harper. And you didnt want to be. Thats hard to let go.

Let us always meet each other with smile for the smile is the beginning of love.

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I dont think so though Im not sure if Id like to be and argh I dont think theres anything wrong with that if you like a person you like the person not their genitals.

Love is like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute. But theres no need to be frightened because that plane is still on the ground.

I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted I could get him out and hed look at me the way boys do in films as if Im beautiful.

Your kids require you most of all to love them for who they are not to spend your whole time trying to correct them.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compactOne sees more devils than vast hell can holdThat is the madman the lover all as franticSees Helens beauty in a brow of EgyptThe poets eye in fine frenzy rollingDoth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heavenAnd as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown the poets penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.