Steph Campbell

“Like, you don't get to move one and just blow your past away. Everything you do, every new move you make is all tangled up in everything you did.”

“Everything I do with you feels like an adventure”

“If this ever goes anywhere, it will be because it's right: right time, right intentions, right everything.”

“A one night stand with the perfect girl is like... it's like getting to the airport in Hawaii, then getting right back on the plane and flying home. It's depressing to have been that close to paradise without actually getting there.”

“Have you ever had a date so bad, it makes you contemplate a lobotomy?”

“Yes. I’m going to sink into what I feel for you. I’m going to sink into the good times and the scary shit. I’m going to sink with you, because I’m tired of drifting and treading, never committing to anything. I want to sink with you.”

“What you and I had was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt, but if it’s over for you, just kick me hard enough so I’ll remember the pain and stay out of your way.”

“But it wasn’t just about the sex, though the sex blows my mind. I also wanted to have her around. Her over-loud laugh. Her bearish morning greetings. Her -thrashing/snuggling night-time presence. I miss her. I miss the way she always pushed me, always made me think, always made me work harder. I feel like I hadn’t ever been able to repay her for all that, and just when I was finally in a position to do it, she found the ring box.”

“We all die, sweetheart. You’ve just got to live your life with enough meaning while you’re still here to make it all worthwhile.”

“Life is too short to waste on bullshit.”

“Isn’t ‘I need space’ the universal couples equivalent of ‘I need you to pack your shit and get out of my life’?”

“I don’t sleep with broken-hearted guys. It’s too pathetic.”

“I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit.”

“The problem with passion is it goes both ways. Love/Hate. The line between those two is a lot thinner than I thought.”

“Would that be okay? It's just a day trip. I mean I know we just met yesterday, so, it's not like creepy or anything?" His confident grin falters for a quick second, long enough for me to snap out of my idiotic stupor.That sounds awesome. I nod. Let me just grab my bag.He lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes and reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy.”

“I go still. Stone still. Ice statue still. Han Solo in carbonite still”