The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.