“I could have died... or cried...or sighed. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do more.”

“The song that was playing above us was You And Me by Lifehouse and he pressed his face into my hair and softly sang the words to me.What day is it? And in what month?This clock never seemed so aliveI can't keep up I can't back downI'm losing so much time'Cause it's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to loseAnd it's you and me, and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of youI could have died... or cried...or sighed. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do more.”

“I wasn't sure it was right to abandon myself to lighthearted banter, to allow someone to interfere with my being able to behave in whatever way I chose, whenever I wanted. What if I wanted to enjoy a memory or a good cry? I wasn't weaned from that yet; I wasn't finished being with him in the only way I had left.”

“The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.”

“But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.”

“What would you do if I died?If you died I would want to die too.So you could be with me?Yes. So I could be with you.Okay.”