I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

Silence is so freaking loud

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. "Yup", he said, as if there'd been any doubt, "you're in there, all right." "I was warned, too,"I told him, as he stood up. "I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted." "The sculpture?" He looked at it, then at me. "Oh, right. Because you know it.

You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.