I want to see your tattoos." "You do, huh?

I've started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr. Heller's notes before sending them to me. If you'd have forwarded them to me without a translation, I'd be searching for a tall building/overpass/water tower from which to yell "goodbye cruel world.

When you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

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

I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.

It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.

I could never be afraid of you.