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.

Hey,' he said. It came out hard and frustrated. 'I told you to smile because you're pretty when you smile.' She walked to the bottom of the steps, then looked back at him. 'It'd be better if you thought I was pretty when I don't.

You're wearing at least four different kinds of sweater." "This is a scarf." "You look tarred and sweatered.

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

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

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

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?