My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.” “Really? Was that how you quit me?

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.