“Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.”

“let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.”

“If your dad doesn’t make it,” I begin and his expression falls, “let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it… starts to make things darker.”

“But how can two people who are undeniably more than just attracted to one another not give in? We've been on the road together for almost two weeks. We've shared intimate secrets and we've been intimate in some ways. We've slept next to each other and touched one another, yet still here we are, standing on opposite sides of a thick glass wall. We reach up and touch our fingers to the glass, we look into each others eyes and we know what we want but the glass won't fucking budge. This is either inviolable discipline or pure, unadulterated self-torture.”

“I know you lost your partner in crime, but...I want YOU to be MINE. Maybe WE should travel the world together, Camryn...I know I can't replace your ex--""Andrew...it was always you.”

“You two were meant to be together. It's like some wicked fucking fairytale love story that you just can't make up, y'know?”

“- and since nothing lasts forever, in the end everything that once was good, always hurts like hell.”