So I ask you, can you walk a mile? Every day, rain or shine, pain or gain, because you know you have to just to stay alive, just to breathe. Can you walk that mile?

Suddenly, he had to ask himself, was love at first sight actually possible

The truth was that if the man came with a harsh past and an emptiness in his soul, she was metal to his magnet.

I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.

Whenever I heard it, whoever said it to me, it felt the same. Like it didn't really mean anything. Because they weren't saying it about the real me. But what if they were? What if everyone who ever said they loved you meant it?How could they? How could any of them have ever meant it when no one but you has ever really known the real me?

Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire-this total, all-encompassing need-was something else entirely.

I’ve always wondered why love has to be so full of conflict and strife. Why can’t love be simple? Why can’t it just be as pure as two people who realize that they can’t live as well, or as happily, apart as they can together?