There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

If you don't open up, we're going to lose each other down the road

You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

I’d wait forever for you, as long as you’re mine.

We’ll never be over, Eva.

What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?