We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

“and when he kissed me i didn't know what to do.”

“I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shiftin…”

“As miserable as Gregor felt about being dumped with a rat, his heart ached for …”

“I should have tried to save you," I whisper.”