Saturday he loved me...someday he'll return...the crowd has already gathered...to watch his memory burn...something in me loves him...and only God knows why...

I cannot be defeated...and I will not quit!

He had a soothing Southern drawl, that made me feel like a lady through it all...

He will miss you. In the dark of the night, he will awaken and reach for you. And he will miss you.

Something tells me that when you kiss a boy, it isn't a mistake

(Dawson's Creek)