“Have you ever had a date so bad, it makes you contemplate a lobotomy?”

“What you and I had was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt, but if it’s over for you, just kick me hard enough so I’ll remember the pain and stay out of your way.”

“Like, you don't get to move one and just blow your past away. Everything you do, every new move you make is all tangled up in everything you did.”

“If this ever goes anywhere, it will be because it's right: right time, right intentions, right everything.”

“Yes. I’m going to sink into what I feel for you. I’m going to sink into the good times and the scary shit. I’m going to sink with you, because I’m tired of drifting and treading, never committing to anything. I want to sink with you.”

“Everything I do with you feels like an adventure”

“But it wasn’t just about the sex, though the sex blows my mind. I also wanted to have her around. Her over-loud laugh. Her bearish morning greetings. Her -thrashing/snuggling night-time presence. I miss her. I miss the way she always pushed me, always made me think, always made me work harder. I feel like I hadn’t ever been able to repay her for all that, and just when I was finally in a position to do it, she found the ring box.”