“What feels best is how I no longer hurt.”

“You're following me," I finally say. "Why?""Because I'm trying to reclaim what's mine.""I'm not yours.""You are.You always have been.You always will be.""That's crap.""Is it? Look inside youself, Zara. I think you'll find what's true.""I don't know what's true anymore. But I know you're starting to sound like a bad ripoff of Darth Vader in an old Star Wars movie. And I know you're trying to hurt me."He shakes his head and listens to air. "Never.""Which part? The Darth thing or the hurting thing?""Both.”

“ I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.”

“There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing.”

“ His lips,his soft and amazing lips, touch mine and the world spins with a different kind of magic. This kind isn't evil or hard, but lovely and wild, and I melt into it. He melts into it too, I can tell. I can feel how much he loves me just but the touch of his lips. And it is a good love, a really good love.”

“When I think of your name, I feel an ache.”

“That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..”