Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

“Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop try…”

“But I don't count that as a kiss, Jacob. I think of it more as an assault.""Ouc…”

“He was trying to be everywhere at once," the redhead told the human. "Trying to…”

“Yeah, I’ll always be your friend. No matter what you love.”