And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

Are you on drugs?" "No." "Maybe you should be.

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.

He tried to remember how this happened – how she went from someone he’d never met to the only one who mattered.

I didn't know love could leave the lights on all the time.

He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated.

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