I want to love you more than I love this' -he waves his bottle- 'and I don't know how else to do it unless there's something to lose.

But when I catch my expression in my floor-length mirror, a dark scowl tightens my facial muscles. It's my normal look, unforturnately. I have RBF (resting bitch face). It's one-hundred percent real.

I’ll always be yours. No distance or time apart will change that, Lily. You need to believe that.

You're not going to be another name on my list of guys for the week. Okay?' (...) 'Then let me try,' he says, his hand cupping my face. 'Let me try to be enough for you.

I was hoping you'd finally open your eyes and realize that I was there. I was right in front of you.