I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

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?

There's never been a moment,' he barely said, 'when I didn't recognize you.' She wiped her eyes. Her mascara smeared. He nudged the merry-to-round into motion. He could kiss her now. If he wanted. 'I'd know you in the dark,' he said. 'From a thousand miles away. There's nothing you could become that I haven't already fallen in love with.' He could kiss her. 'I know you,' he said.

You look so blindingly cute right now, I feel like I need to make a pinhole in a piece of paper just to look at you.

She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice--a fetal smile--and it very nearly killed her.

But he kept finding new pockets of shallow inside himself. He kept finding new ways to betray her.

God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.