Us? There is no us. You threw us away like yesterday’s trash.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.

I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
"Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?"
I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.

She was an idiot. An adorable, gorgeous, feisty, funny, sweet, sexy idiot.

You never know, just by looking, what a person is hiding.