“The words ran away with me.”
“...when you ran away from me tonight, that felt like dying to me...”
“Let me get this straight. Your table ran away because you polished it with Windex?”
“My face filled with the warm glow of embarrassment preventing me from smiling back so I turned and ran away.”
“the faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception,”
“This is the deal, Angel. You… ran… away from me. And I tasted regret for the first time in my life. And that didn’t sting, it fuckin’ killed.”