I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.

He stared down at me, and i examined his beautiful eyes up close, something i'd never tire of doing.

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.

Say stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?" I nodded. "Do you want to stop now?" My head moved back and forth to the pillow. "Thank God.

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

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.

Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.