Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.