There are only two kinds of love stories in this world---boy loses girl, or girl loses boy.

I don't know if I'm getting over you, or just getting used to the pain.

I'm beautiful, right? I mean, in every one else's eyes I am. But I'll never be beautiful in his eyes, and that kills me.

They asked me to describe myself...so I said, I'm fifteen, I have dark green eyes, and I'm in love with a boy, who if you asked him, wouldn't know what color my eyes are.