Chapter 13 Your Finest Blues.

• Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall building; your head tells you that you are an idiot, you are going to die, but your heart tells you that you should not worry, that you can fly. The first time I saw her, my heart whispered to me that she was the one, that she was my building. When I look at her, I know I can fly.
• Waking up next to her is the best kind of wonderful that you can feel. This is a moment I can live for, a moment that defines happiness.
• "Morning, boo."