All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.
The way I see it, how can you really say you'll love a person longer than love lasts?
She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or worthwhile.
And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes.
I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.
At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.