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

Love. Purpose. Those are things that you can't plan for. Those are things that just happen.

Nothing before you counts," he said. "And I can't even imagine an after." She shook her head. "Don't." "What?" "Don't talk about after." "I just meant that... I want to be the last person who ever kisses you, too.... That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I'm trying to say is, you're it. This is it for me.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

"What about him?" she’d say, finding an attractive guy to point out while they were standing in the lunch line. "Do you want to kiss him?" "I don’t want to kiss a stranger," Cath would answer. "I’m not interested in lips out of context."

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

Your trash can is full of energy bar wrappers." "You were looking through my trash?