She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.
Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.
How about I call you when I finish this?” “But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said. “I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “A nd you say we don’t know each other.
Love is the most common miracle.
dating you would be like a series of unnecessary root canals interspersed with occasional makeout sessions.