“Maybe that’s what love meant, both people thinking they were the lucky one.”

“For a short time, we’d become each other,a little. Maybe that’s what people dowhen they fall in love, mind, body, andsoul. Or maybe we were just weird.”

“I think love is kind of like those waves out there," she said. "You ride one in to the beach, and it's the most amazing thing you've ever felt. But at some point the water goes back out; it has to. And maybe you're lucky-maybe you're both too busy to do anything drastic. Maybe you're good as friends, so you stay. And then something happens-maybe it's something as big as a baby, or as small as him unloading the dishwasher-and the wave comes back in again. And it does that, over and over. I just think sometimes people forget to wait.”

“And maybe you should stop pitying yourself,” he said. “Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.”

“Love is real and real love lasts. I used to feel sorry for people who didn't believe in it--the people who were lonely with someone else or lonely along. For awhile I was was one of the lucky ones.”

“I think of how Grandma makes fun of love. And maybe that’s the key.”