“I looked away from his direct gaze and down at the scratched surface of the table. Someone had etched into it RYAN LOVES MEGAN ALWAYS...I wondered who Ryan and Megan were. And if, wherever they were, they'd made it. I wondered how anyone could have been so sure about a concept so tenuous and impossible as 'always' that they'd be willing to carve it into a tabletop.”

“I wondered how anyone could have been so sure about a concept so tenuous and impossible as always that they'd be willing to carve it into a tabletop.”

“Are you going to put on your old cheer uniform?”Ryan was a little too excited by the thought of me in a costume, so I squashed that idea, and fast.“In your dreams.”“Not exactly.” Ryan grinned wickedly. “In my dreams you’re usually dressed like Wonder Woman.”Ugh. I wondered how long it would take for him to start in on the superhero crap. Obviously, not long. I was not amused, but Ryan seemed to thinkhimself hilarious. I could also tell by the look on his face that he was quite confident he’d have me in costume one day. “Never gonna happen,” Iassured him. “Ever.”And of course he responded with that classic, cocky smile. “Just like you were never gonna be my girlfriend, right?”

“To know you are among people whom you love, and who love you – that has made all the successes wonderful, much more wonderful than they'd have been anyway.”

“I couldn't see you, Megan. I wouldn't have been able to stay away”

“And now I'm here for you, Megan. I am enchanted, as surely as if you were the goddess and I the mortal."-Owen”