“I don’t even know what to say.” Aeron.“I do. Fuck.” Paris.”
“I don’t know what to say,” he breathed into her hair, squeezing the air from her. “Fuck. Just wait for me.”That was all he needed to say. “I will.”
“And I know fuck isn’t a word that Mormons say, but I don’t say this word I only think it, so it doesn’t really count.”
“I'm so fucking in love with you I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.”
“I don’t know why I have to write down my fucking thoughts. What if I don’t have any thoughts?”
“I know you didn’t. And I know it doesn’t matter what I say now, because I fucked things up…just like I always do.”