Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world. - Sarah Dessen

Okay, okay." He stood up and went over to the corner, picking up the painting and bringing it over to rest against the bright pink belly of one of the mannequins. Then, he handed me a bandana. "Tie that on.”

I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.