You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

“Some days I'm only passing through. Some days are all hello; some days are all …”

“You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't kno…”

“It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the ina…”

“I love the vagueness of words that involve time.”