She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

next to it was a dvd called 'as i get laid dying,' which had a hospital scene on the front. it was like grey's anatomy, only with less grey and more anatomy.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.