The worst part is the unknown. The pain of being alone, the loneliness, is familiar. You've dealt with that. You understand it. But loving someone, risking everything, is unknown. There's no way to know how bad it's going to be. You barely survive the pain of being alone, so how can you deal with anything worse? So you don't bother to try.

Love me. Be with me." "That's enough?" "That's plenty.

He looked at her. "I will miss you, Montana. For the first time in my life, I'll regret leaving someone behind.

The ability to hurt someone is usually in direct proportion to how much that person cares about you.

What do you mean she left me the embryos? I'm supposed to get the cat.

Trust others to do the right thing. If you can't do that, trust yourself to survive what happens.

I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Too late.