“Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.”

“Sometimes people just want to be happy, even if it's not real.”

“He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the small of my back, tugging me to his chest. I threw my arms around his shoulders, sliding my nails up and down his neck gently. “Stay with me. And with Nathaniel and Lauren. All day. Be happy today.”“That’s it?”He bent down and kissed me richly. “Each time I look at you, I want to see a smile on your beautiful face.”“Will you be looking at me a lot?”“I’m always stealing glances,” he confessed. “You rarely notice.”

“Charlie, don’t you get it? I can’t feel that. It’s sweet and everything, but it’s like you’re not even there sometimes. It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder? What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.”

“Sometimes I just want to paint the words "It's my fault" across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me.”

“Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something. ”