It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

Slowly would be better than not at all.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.