“Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him.”
“You'll love him. Or maybe you'll just love him a time or two.”
“Maybe. But you know, when you love someone you love them. And every day you sit back pretending that you don't is one less day you have with him.”
“But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.”
“He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.”
“Nick leaned forward, his eyes practically burning. "Or maybe the rumor is true. Maybe you didn't kill him because you're in love with him.”