“The thing is, that world doesn’t exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.”

“I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine? Does she even realize what she’s doing to me? I know, I know. I’m not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girl’s knee is driving me insane. I don’t even know what I’m feeling for Maggie, I just know that I’m feeling. It’s something I’ve tried to avoid and deny until yesterday, when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt.God, our knees touching isn’t enough. I need more.She’s knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn’t know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls away like before? I’ve never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.She doesn’t seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn’t jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails.I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It’s more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward and inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I’m grateful she hasn’t come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows my thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm…finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I’d realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers.I’m holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.I’m not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She’s avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her head and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them?The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It’s our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.”

“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.”

“I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians…it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love…a man, a woman, what have you…it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters.”

“I can’t–I can’t think about anything or anyone else,” he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. “I can’t think straight when you’re around. I can’t sleep. It feels like I can’t breathe–I just–“”Liam, please,” I begged. “You’re tired. You’re barely over being sick. Let’s just… Can we just go back to the others?””I love you.” He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. “I love you every second of everyday, and I don’t understand why, or how to make it stop–” He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind.”I know it’s wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I’m sick. I’m trying to be a good person, but I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Without love we all like birds with broken wings.”

“You want to take me to a movie?” I asked. “Well, not really,” he said. “What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I thought saying that might scare you off.”

“The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we’re supposed to.”

“What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.”

“A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.”

“I realized I’m in love. It’s always been right in front of me.”

“Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”

“You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.”

“The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.”

“I understood that as much as I had resisted the outside, as much as I had constricted my life, as much as I had closed and narrowed the channels into me, there were still many takers for the quiet heart.”