Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

Being needed was a handy trick. It could fill you up so full you never even noticed all the places that were empty.

I shouldn't have to be a liar to make someone love me. I shouldn't be so afraid of losing someone that I'll do anything to make them stay.

You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.

This was what happened after you'd been together with someone a long time. You loved that it was old and worn and comfy, but sometimes it was old and worn and comfy.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.