I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Me limpio las mejillas y vuelvo la cabeza para mirarlo —¡No hemos hecho nada malo! ¿Cómo se le puede llamar terrible a un amor así cuando no le estamos haciendo daño a nadie?Él me mira, sus ojos brillan a la débil luz. —No sé— susurra.—¿Cómo algo tan malo puede sentirse tan bien?

He shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-“You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage.For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies!

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?