“It's one thing to think you're worthless, and quite another for somebody else to tell you that you are.”

“Why are you pretending to write, when I already know you're just doing that to intimidate me?”

“I love you.” I stared stupidly at him. Was he joking again, reciting another line from my story? I didn’t remember writing this. He leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t respond for a few second...”

“And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.”