That's not how I'd planned it to be."
"How did you plan it to be?" I ask, not to be snarky but because I am genuinely curious.
"I planned it to be a million different things," he replies. "And in the end, I couldn't figure which one it should be.

“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone els…”

“No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty…”

“If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I wo…”

“I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love…”