“Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?”

“No: What the heck happened?Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?”

“There were no leftover feelings for him, but seeing someone toss Alex around like a Frisbee made me slightly ill. Possibly because in the back of my head, I wanted to be the one doing it.”

“He thought about his son’s stone flying across the yard, the youthful idea that you could toss away the future ifyou didn’t like it—and he realized, suddenly, what he needed to do.”

“He kissed me. And then he said it was a mistake."Serena wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Normally, I'd quote that copy of He's Just Not That Into You I picked up at a yard sale but-”

“...you were there when they trampled me - you picked me up, healed me and gave me back my feelings - is it any wonder I love you?...”