You’re his normality. You’re a part of him, and he is a part of you. That’s what makes this frightening, but that’s what makes it right.

Love isn’t all sparks and firecrackers. Sometimes it’s more subtle than that.

I want to hear one more of your storiesTangle up in your dreams, give up the fight‘Pour one more glass of that wineAnd I might not go home tonight…

She really liked you, Noah,”Yeah, well, maybe I’m just an asshole.’I realize my hand is still in his hair and I retract it quickly. He grabs it, holds it against him. You’re not an asshole...