“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”

“Und ich merke, du bist mehr als nur ‘ne Phase, die vergeht, denn du bist paar Minuten weg und ich will sagen, dass du fehlst.”

“Here is the bitter truth, that mouthful of thorns you called our last kiss still lingers after so many others.”

“I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.”

“In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’”

“Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.”

“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and slow, small circles traced on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”

“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”

“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”