A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

If I never have anything from him except this one moment I am going to take it. Take it now, or drown in regret later.

The bargain…” she mumbled. “You said I could kiss you,” came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. “But, my love…you didn’t specify where.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

I've never been convinced that everything in a relationship needs to be talked about. Some things can't be fixed by a conversation