“Your number was up the first time I met you.”

“Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?”

“The first time I met you, I fell in love with you there and then, but you didn't notice me. Then you stood me up. And then I met you again and I hated you. Well, I tried to hated you, but then when you cleaned up after Welly... I fell in love with you all over again.”

“He told me that when we first met, he had said to a friend about me: “If I get that girl’s number I will never ask another girl for her number again.”

“dear J: I feel lucky that I didn’t fuck you the first time we met in Houston, but luckier that I didn’t fuck you the last time we met in San Francisco. this is the answer to your letter even though I don’t know if you’ll ever read it. the words are yours but I’ll get credit for the poem. you see, it could never have worked, the way I am. B.”

“A relieved grin filled up Thorne’s face. “We’re having another moment, aren’t we?”“If by a moment, you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.”