They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

I looked at the cards in my hand, the queen of hearts nestled between the king of clubs and the king of spades. No wonder she was smiling.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.” His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.” Maybe it’s all they want to see.

One must have sorrow to truly appreciate joy.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.