I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.

I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys Iʹd swiped when weʹd come back inside. ʺThe driver,ʺ I said. I DIDNʹT GET TO DRIVE.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know.

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—

She is mine, and I am hers.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.