You And I Aren't Friends Either.

What Are You, Rose Hathaway? Are You Real? You're A Dream Within A Dream. I'm Afraid Touching You Will Make Me Wake Up. You'll Disappear.

We Try To Do What's Right, Or Rather What Other Say Is Right. But Sometimes, When That Goes Against Who We Are...you Have To Choose.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

I Steeled Myself For The Next Response. I Knew It Was Going To Be One Of The Zen Life Lessons. [...] Instead He Kissed Me.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.