Being in love is frantic. Fluttery. Falling. It’s nervous sweats and pounding heartbeats and a feeling of tremendous rightness

You are perfect

I would, and I'd want to be here for you. Support you and make you feel better. I want you to tell me when you get bad news so you're not going through it alone.

It was hidden behind a heavy floral curtain that I’d assumed was just another window. I’ll never trust a curtain again.

I tried to keep him at a safe distance where he could only see the decent parts of me and it made us both miserable. I inadvertently let him in to see the ugly parts but instead of running away like I’d counted on him to do, he wrapped his arms around all of that ugliness and didn’t let go.

I hate restaurants, because when I sit at tables I feel trapped. Something about sitting down across from someone and it being socially unacceptable to leave at any moment makes me panic.

It’s so much easier to pretend I have a personality where I don’t have any words for anyone, that I don’t care to, rather than not being able to find them.

be able to just get up and leave if I wanted, for whatever reason, without grabbing people’s attention. Without being asked questions, and having to explain something I myself don’t entirely understand

Stacy can choke on store-bought sugar cookies like the rest of us. Why's he even bringing them? They're dentists. They should be eating celery.

He needs me to give voice to my feelings, because he's not a mind reader and it's not okay that I soak up what he gives without offering myself in return. I can't let him think he's alone, not for one moment.