The next time you face a room full of strangers . . . you might tell yourself that some of them are just friends waiting to be found.

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.

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

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

To be honest," I halfwhispered, "I don't feel as safe with him as I do with you." "I know." A ghost of a smile touched my lips. "How do you know?" "Think about what safety is, Ella." "Trust?" "Yes, partly. But also an absence of risk." He unstuck a strand of hair from my damp cheek and tucked it back. "Maybe you need to take a risk. Maybe you need to be with someone who rattles you a little.

These impossible women! How they do get around us!

There were times in life when you had to take a risk that might end in failure. Because otherwise you would be haunted by what you hadn’t done... the paths you hadn’t taken, the things you hadn’t experienced.