The exception is I'm not going away. Don't ask me to do that ever again.

There's something uncontaminated about her, and I don't even mean sexually or whatever. I mean the way she is, at her core. Like when you wake up and the world has been blanketed by snow overnight, and not a single footstep or tire track has spoiled the untouched perfection of it.

I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

Over the past three years, we'd become each other's habit. And though he'd broken his habit of me when he walked away, I'd not broken my habit of him.