The big-ass hole, all of the wreckage and mess. I'd done that. Me,

You've got drama too?' 'Doesn't everyone?' 'A side effect of breathing, I guess.

All of the crazy, risky, wild, dangerous, irrational things I'd been doing, like rushing through my firsts. I'd been wrong, desperate. Just waiting for the end." - Edie

That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.

Who ever said the heart was smart or that it followed directions?

He smelled faintly of soap, a little musky, perhaps. Warm wasn't something, I'd ever registered as having a smell before, but that's what David smelled of. Warmth, like he was liquid sunshine or something. Heat and comfort and home.

El amor es una cosa complicada de verdad, hay poca simplicidad en él, en lo profundo. Se compone de capas de emociones, pensamientos y recuerdos, fusionándose en un punto abrumador. El conocimiento de que una persona en este mundo significa más para ti que cualquier cosa. El sentido y la razón no tienen oportunidad. A veces un bastardo hombre echado a perder aparecer, y yo lo adoraba, todo de él.

Why don't you go back to LA?""My wife lives in Portland.