The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

I wish she’d say she’s ready. But I won’t push her. I can’t. She needs what she needs right now, even though she’s the only person who ever truly needed me.

Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.

I've already gone through all the reasons to ignore her. I've already tried to fight this for far too long. I'm not winning any awards for resistance. I never did. I threw in the towel many moons ago.

They say time heals all wounds. But does it close the gaps too? Maybe it can. Maybe in a year it turns an eight-year time gap into dust. Maybe it turns a girl who didn't know what she wanted into someone who became certain. Maybe it turns twenty-one stolen kisses into endless given ones.

He is the eye of my hurricane; the calm I am drawn to amid the chaos of my home.

With Kennedy, I was anchored. She filled all the lonely spaces inside of me with her laughter, with her wry and witty humor, with everything we had in common.

Don’t take this the wrong way. Don’t take this to mean I don’t like you, because I do. But I have totally wanted to get in your pants since the day I met you.

Let me see what you look like on my stage with nothing on.