“I wish someone would remind me how to breathe.”

“I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.”

“I like when he tells me that he likes the way I feel because it goes against what I've heard my entire life and I wish I could put his words in my pocket just to touch them once in a while and remind myself that they exist.”

“I think I must be smiling at him because he's smiling at me, but he's smiling like he might be petrified; he's breathing like he's forgotten he's supposed to, looking at me like he's not sure how to do this, hesitating like he's unsure how to let me see him like this. Like he has no idea how to be so vulnerable.But here he is.And here I am.”

“That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.”

“I want you, I want all of you. I want you inside and out and catching your breath and aching for me like I ache for you.”

“... and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”