Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.

me: just don't ask about his forty-three ex-boyfriends, okay? or ask him about why he's carrying around an axe. mom:... me: i'm kidding about the axe part.

You can't deny that there's something between us." "No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

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

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

We walk into a bar, and you're aware of all the eyes on you. We walk into a bar, and I'm aware of all the eyes on you, too. For you, this translate into confidence. But me? All I can feel is doubt.