“Yeah, I know. I was a jerk. An idiot. You can't say anything to me that I haven't already said to myself.”

“You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?”

“I've already said you can't take anything from me that I wouldn't freely give you.”

“All I know is that I'm in love with you," he said, almost angrily. "That the sight of you, the scent of you, the sound of your voice - I can't help myself, I can't stop it, I can't think of anything else. You've made me completely useless.”

“I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet" - Georgia Nicolson”

“What are you doing here, Luce?" he asked, studying me. "Watching you play," I answered, knowing it wasan't one he'd accept. "Yeah," he said, making a face. "That's not going to work for me." Of course it wasn't. "You know why," I added with a whisper. "I need to hear you say it," he said, swallowing. "I've gone too many days without hearing it." Sighing, I closed my eyes. "I love you," I said, knowing it was the truth and that it didn't change anything. "And I missed you." "Yeah," he said, "me too.”