When I look in the mirror, I know I’m looking at someone who isn’t sure she deserves to be loved at all.

For it is one thing to declare one's love for someone and quite another to accept that loving that person requires sacrificing one's dreams.

You really love her don't you,' she said.With all my heart.'She looked as sad as I'd ever seen her.What's your heart telling you to do?'I don't know.'Maybe', she said gently,'You're trying to hard to hear it.

And though she didn’t know it then, whenever her thoughts drifted back toward the past, she would always remember that this was how it all began.

I love autumn', Emily said to me. 'It wins you over with its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

In the end you should always do the right thing even if it's hard.