"I knew there were no guarantees. No way of knowing what came next for me, or him, or anybody. Some things don't last forever. But some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping that you still recognize the person you see there. Dexter was a whole country away from me now. But I had a good feeling he would get to me, one way or another. And if not, I'd already prove I could meet him halfway."
- This Lullaby, Sarah Dessen.
See, I could be VERY corny cheesy and whatnots, too.