“What do I know about love? Not much- that’s the safe answer. Even when I think I have a grasp on it, something comes along to make me realize I don’t know anything at all. It’s just a concept to me. It’s the thing that all the songs are written about, the thing that makes smart people act stupidly. If I can make love a concept, it makes me a better observer. And it also leaves a place inside of me hollow. Sometimes I can actually feel it. To reach down inside that part- I wonder how it would feel, to touch a void. That nameless empty.”

Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.

Why it don't last? Is that too much to ask?

You say you care, and I know you do...
But this is from my experience
And my conclusion only makes sense.

Most circumstances, I know my fate
But in this love thang, I don't get the game.
Why does it feel like those who give in,
They only wind up losing a friend.

I'm sure though I'm not sure
But if we never try, We'll never know
It's better to have loved then not to loved at all.
Not trying is worse than to stumble and fall
And if we do, I'd rather it be with you
Cause at least there will be sweet memories.

“Do you know how you love people more on certain days? It wasn’t the way that your hair looked when the sun was painting the curls, or the feeling of your hands locked around mine, willing them to move a certain way. It was because on that day, at least, you didn’t give up.”

“It’s not up to me anymore. If you want me in your life, you’ll find a way to put me there.”

But eventually, the pressure broke us apart.

Your grip on my hand wasn’t hard enough.

Or was it my fault for not holding on?