I’m losing my mind without you.

I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.

You've got to have as many good times as bad, or it all becomes too painful and too much work.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.