"What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me."

"Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them."

"Because you’re not a one-night girl, Irish.” (...) “You’re my forever girl."

"Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.' Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, 'You're my forever girl."

"What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention."

"I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him."

"We are simply two good people with equally flawed pasts, looking for perfect futures. And I think we’ve found it, in each other."