...love was desire and desire was an emptiness.

I feel like you're always trying to sneak into my mind. You're like Peter Pan - always climbing in windows and causing trouble."She scrunched up her nose. "Did you really just call med Peter Pan?""I've called you worse." I eased the car into traffic."A llama," she said. "I loved that.

It is the last real kiss of my life. I forever cling to that kiss. It was goodbye and I'm sorry and I love you so much.

For once, I understood the Caleb mania. He was like a jalapeno, bright and smooth, but dangerously hot. A small part of me wanted to bit him.

You look like trouble. When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me to never trust a redhead.

I'm not moving in with anyone until I marry them," he said.I hadn't heard anyone say this since I was fifteen and my parents forced me to go to Bible camp. "Swell," I said. "And I'm not sleeping with anyone until I marry them."Caleb turned his best 'I can have you whenever I want you' look on me, and I got so flustered I didn't know whether to kiss him or blush.

Olivia, I once told you that I would love again, and that you would hurt forever. Do you remember?It was a lie. I knew it was a lie, even as I said it. I've never loved anyone after you. I never will.

I tried to break her before. Now, I just wanted her as she was. I wanted every last beautiful flaw. I wanted the witty one-liners and the coldness that only I knew how to warm. I wanted the fight and the friction and the make-up sex. I wanted her to wake up in my bed every morning. I wanted her shitty cooking and her beautiful, complex mind.

Sometimes you fucked up enough in life, that you had to bow to your mistakes. They won. Be humble... move on.