
I've missed you so.
Years later all the blood still rushes to my head in mega-kilig fashion when I see you.
Bruised or bratty, sweet or sardonic, fully-clothed or fabulously half-naked--I'll take you in any shape or form.
Logan: "I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me. Spanning years, continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. EPIC. But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you leave town... and it's over. I'm sorry about last summer. If I could do it over..."
Veronica: "Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think relationships should be that hard?"
Logan: "No one writes songs about the ones that come easy."