““How do you know when you love somebody?" I felt something inside of me shrink when the words left his mouth. It sounded like a rejection. "You don't have to ask yourself. You just know it. It's like religion: it's like believing in a god. You can't explain it. No one can tell you you're wrong. It just is." "Do you think it's temporary?" he asked. I shook my head. "Not if it's real. Do People stop believing in God because the miss church for a few weeks? You'll always believe””
