“He's standing right in front of me and I miss him like I haven't seen him in years.”

“His eyes burned violet - not with anger but with intense desire. The kind of look that made you love a person so much, you missed him even when he was standing right in front of you.”

“And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.All that came to him was...I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.”

“I thought you’d be home by now,” he said as she neared him. Then he realized how stupidthat comment was since he was standing right in front of her motorcycle.Der…He might as well be wearing a sign that said I’m a moron. Please help me rememberwhere I live. Oh yeah, it’s right behind me. -Dev”

“He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.”

“I wanted him to think about me as much as I thought about him. I wanted him to miss me when I wasn't around, like I missed him. I wanted him to want me like he'd never wanted anyone else, the way that I wanted him. I wanted for him to never be able to get enough of me, as I seemed not to be able to get enough of him.”