Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

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.

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

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

I’m going out, remember?” I prodded. “And I’m going to drink too much, which makes me horny. Don’t forget to take your vitamins, ace.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.