True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.

I thought about the cameras following me in the terminal and pictured my family watching my entrance on TV. I hoped they’d be proud.

No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.

The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.

Yes, Maxon," I whispered. "It’s possible.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.