Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.

When you finally figure out what you really want, everything else pales in comparison.

I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

I shrugged. “I guess that guys who’d never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would,” I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but they could come too late.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

I never wanted you to get hurt, but i wanted to take you from him.