Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.

I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.

If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.

...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home." "Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.