Levi was smiling. He kicked her chair again.
Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader?
He'd stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja-vu.
You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.
The idea that you're hard to love is ludicrous.
He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.