“How about, 'I just kissed a guy at Black Weeds because you've been ignoring me. P.S. I love you.”

“Where's your kilt?""How about this," he said in a low voice. "You don't ask me about haggis and bagpipes, and I won't ask you about garlic and Goodfellas.”

“The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.”

“My heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. “How?”“I don’t care,” he said, and kissed me.”

“I’ve been writing more songs in my head,” he said, “about being a ghost and a shade.” His face turned smooth and solemn. “How I’d die all over again just to touch you.”

“I can't forget you, any more than I can forget my own name." He kissed me then, and the world which no longer mattered, completely fell away.”

“I love you all, so much more than you should ever love me.”