“I blush as that word pops into my mind again, "relationship." Is this what a relationship feels like, I wonder -- close, comfortable, warm, safe, thrilling, erotic, and smelling deliciously of pancakes...”

“But every night I end up fighting my despair the second I lay my head on my pillow. It is then I miss her the most -- when my brain stops moving for the day and the memories of her are allowed to flood my mind, causing agonizing grief.”

“I wanted nothing more than for her to feel me – my desire for her, the pleasure I could give her, my obsession for her.”

“There is no denying I’m once again complete in her presence. This is my place. I belong to her and my place is by her side. And the absoluteness of that statement is profound, and it begs to rewrite my life.”

“I whisper every word she needs to hear and I need to say. I tell her how beautiful she is. I tell her she amazes me. I make sure she knows she is the most precious person in the world to me. I make sure she understands what losing her means to me and how impossible it is to imagine my life without her.”

“Is the bed comfortable?” Please say no. Just give me any reason to get you in my bed.”

“What if I can never remember us?" She broke the silence and stilled him."Then I guess we'll have to fall in love all over again." "How can you be so sure that's possible?" "Because we're so fucking good at it.”