She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.

I couldn't fault her for believing, because I had to imagine i was nice to have that illusion still intact.

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you’ll find there, but hoping it will be something good. Both Ryan and Avery are doing this. You step into his world and you don’t even realize your loneliness is missing. You’ve left it behind, and you don’t notice because you have no desire to turn back.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.