I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.

What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other

I scowled defensively. "My conversations don't usually include the subject of erections." "Too bad," he said. "All the best conversations do.

There are some experiences in life they haven't invented the right words for.

Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening.