“I was kind of hoping you could help me, actually.” “How?” “I really hope it doesn’t sound that weird to you and I’ll completely understand if you don’t agree, but…” he interrupted himself. She just looked at his face, encouraging him to continue.        

"For him it was never pleasant having to deal with the girl of his dreams being mistreated by that jerk of a guy. But he would do anything to keep their friendship; as long as she was happy, nothing else would matter."          

"I just want to show how much I love every inch of you. Psychologically. Emotionally. And physically."          

"Weeks had passed, Peter still wouldn’t talk too much, but his smiles were getting brighter every time he “greeted” me, and so were mines. I still hadn’t discovered that mysterious song and it was slighting hitting on my nerve. The only word I was sure was “everyday”, and thousands of songs had this word in it."