That was the beauty in stacking up words--they got cheaper, the more you had of them.

I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

You can’t take back texts. If you come off all moody and melancholy in a text, it just sits there in your phone, reminding you of what a drag you are.

She saw him after seventh hour in a place she'd never seen him before, carrying a microscope down the hall on the third floor. It was at least twice as nice as seeing him somewhere she expected him to be.

She was tired of being the one who cried.