“Shape me, mold, manufacture me, and tell me that I'm beautiful.”

“I'm not mad, Mason. I am crushed. Acting mad makes it easier to deal with than letting it rip me apart.”

“I'm afraid that if I let myself feel this way I do about you, ugh, I'm so afraid you'll realize what I am, and you'll walk away. And it'll hurt me.”

“She takes deliberately slow steps toward me and I'm a second away from dropping at her feet. This girl is a goddess and I am her slave.”

“I'm just as horrified with myself, with being caught. This is extremely personal. People may know I do it, but nobody has ever witnessed it. It's worse than if he'd seen me naked.”

“I'm just going to be really honest right now because this is all new to me and I don't know how else to handle it." He takes a deep breath and pushes the air off his forehead. "I like being around you. I like talking to you. When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you.”

“I want to tell you you look beautiful, but I know you don't like that." He dips his chin toward his chest and presses his lips together. "Is it alright if I say that I couldn't breathe for a minute when I saw you? Or that it took every last ounce of self restraint to not start making out with you in front of Guy and Annie? Because the only thing that held me back was the idea you wouldn't like that very much.”