But I know a lie when I hear one.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.

...sometimes, you have to break your own heart.

Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.