This is what my voice sounds like I don't need to be talking to someone else To hear it

I love you,” she says. “I love you,” I say. And then we hang up, because nothing else needs to be said after that. I want to give Zara her life back. Even if I feel I deserve something like this, I don’t deserve it at her expense.

Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

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

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.