There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

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?

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

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

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

Every fiction has its base in fact.