“Because, I don’t trust a word out of your mouth. You screw with my head and my heart. I’m done. I’m done letting you into my life to trample on my emotions.”

“But then you ... you come along. You screwed up my plan. Suddenly my life’s not liveable, it’s not fine and I’m no longer happy. My life’s worse, much more worse than before ... and it’s all because of you. I’m scared of you. I run from you. And I push you away ... but why? Because I am scared of you, I’m scared of my feelings for you ... I’m scared of losing you. But mostly ... mostly I’m scared that if I don’t hold on too tight ... I’m scared that I’ll lose you forever.”

“Toothpaste pie is no substitute for swishing around minty-fresh love in your mouth and then rinsing out with cold, refreshing reality. But don’t take my word for it, because I’m not a dentist.”

“Observing his lopsided grin, I asked, “What?”“At this rate, you’re going to be in possession of half my wardrobe before the weekends done.”His words brought a light flush of color to my cheeks.Obviously deriving pleasure from my reaction, he added, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I’m down to my underwear.”

“You don’t just go to somebody and say, ‘I’m a better person because you’re in my head.”

“I’m done, Travis.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s over. Go home.”“You’re my home.”