I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

Be careful what you’re doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be. And the less you really know them, the more likely you are to confuse them with the girl or boy in your head

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between "love" and "in love

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.