Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a splitting headache.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.