That's the ultimate kind of broken. The kind of damage you never recover from.

I want someone whose heart is big enough to hold me.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

He already knows what I look like," Cath said. "There's no point in being tricky about it now." "How is doing your hair--and maybe putting on some lip gloss--being tricky?" "It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny.

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

I dare you to call Ask-A-Nurse and tell them you feel a presence in your womb region.

Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.