“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.”

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

“Would that be okay? It's just a day trip. I mean I know we just met yesterday, so, it's not like creepy or anything?" His confident grin falters for a quick second, long enough for me to snap out of my idiotic stupor.That sounds awesome. I nod. Let me just grab my bag.He lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. I fight the urge to stand on my tip toes and reach his lips. Because my guess is that cramming my tongue down his throat right now, would be creepy.”

“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.”

“Isn’t ‘I need space’ the universal couples equivalent of ‘I need you to pack your shit and get out of my life’?”

“We all die, sweetheart. You’ve just got to live your life with enough meaning while you’re still here to make it all worthwhile.”

“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.”