Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.

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.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; i used to be one

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

I had to stop linking every single thing that happened to me with Kennedy. Realization dawned then, that he was still my default. 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. I was still tethering him to my present, to my future. The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I began to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.