How do you feel when I smile at you?" he asked - and then he did smile at her, just a little. Not like myself, Cath thought. "Like an idiot," she said softly. "And I never want it to stop.

You look different. You look unsettling.’ ‘You look like you,’ he said. ‘You with the volume turned up.

I don't know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I've lost faith in "the". How do you feel about "a" and "an"? Indifferent. So you're considering a life without articles?

These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

Like, really like you. And i want that kiss to have been the start of something. Not the end.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

..I love your name. I don't want to cheat myself out of a single syllable.