You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsIf I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsYou never get mad,โ she said when their server left the table. โExcept at me.โ โThatโs not true,โ he said tightly. โTorie can get me going.โ โTorie doesnโt count. You were obviously her mother in a previous life.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsIf you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsI love you, Meg. I want to marry you. I want to sleep with you every night, make love with you, have kids. I want to fight together and work together andโjust be together. Now are you going to keep standing there, staring at me, or could you put me out of my misery and say you still love me, at least a little?
Susan Elizabeth Phillips