Lies, it sounds demented to want a woman’s lies. But, Olivia loves you with her lies. She lies about how she’s feeling, how she’s hurting, how she wants you when she tells you she doesn’t. She lies to protect you and herself.
Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.
I struck my match, she poured out her gasoline. We burn now. All the time.
Handsome, fictional men were so much easier to stomach than real life ones who smelled of Christmas and looked like a Calvin Klein model.
You’re my hiding place. I go to you when I’m messed up.
We are all going to die, but I’m going to die first. In the very last second of my life, I will think of you. Senna.
You die in love more than you live in love.
I’ve never loved anyone after you. I never will.
I have done a number of things to keep this man. I have lied and cheated. I have been sexy and meek, fierce and vulnerable. I have been everything but myself.
Olivia. I’ve lost her three times. The first was to impatience. The second was to a lie so dense we couldn’t work our way through it, and the third time – this time – I’ve lost her to Noah.
That was the absolute worst thing about love; no matter how hard you tried, you could never forget the person who had your heart.
A woman should never have to fight so hard to be with a man. He should just want her.
We make love every single day – no matter what. She is the only woman I’ve seen that gets more beautiful with age. She is the only woman I see.
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.
Life always keeps moving, even if it has to drag you along, kicking and screaming.
She burned hot enough to keep everyone away. It was a good trick, except I played with fire.
He kissed me with color, with drumbeat, and a surgeon’s precision. He kissed me with who he was, the sum of his life – and it was all encompassing. I wondered what I kissed him with since I was only broken parts.
You breathed life back into me. It was instinct for me to be there with you. I didn’t want to save you, I just didn’t know how to leave you.
Look, when you get your memory back and can divulge all your secrets from the past, we’ll have a sleepover and I’ll tell you everything; but, as far as I’m concerned, until that day arrives, we both have amnesia.
Leah has red hair, but Olivia has a red personality. And as far as I’m concerned, red belongs to the love of my life.