Dearest Clementine

God, you make me hot when you talk grammar.

I'm tired of being so closed off. It hasn't made me any stronger or braver. It hasn't imparted any wisdom or comfort. It has just made me lonely.

Oh man. You have it just as bad, huh?" She hugs me and I nod. [...] Jenna looks like she's debating something when she whispers, "I don't want to make you feel bad about this because I know you had a lot going on, but he sang this song for you last weekend." But I wasn't there. Shit. As the weight of that sinks in, I'm overwhelmed. He was going to tell me he loved me first.

Wanted you to meet Murphy, the new guitarist. Very cute. Laughing, I respond: Stop trying to set me up! Jenna: Your vagina is going to close up, and you’ll need surgical assistance to use it again.

The past, the present, and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

I think I've been waiting for the big gesture, the one where the guy stands in the rain and declares his love or makes some scene at a football game that ends with the crowd doing the slow clap. It's official. Romantic comedies have ruined me.

You have the emotional capacity of a garden gnome.

You were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. You have always mesmerized me.

Ruin what?” He brushes the hair away from my eyes. “I might never be able to date another man.” He leans over and grazes my earlobe with his teeth, sending warm shivers down my arms. “That’s the plan.

You probably don't realize this, but you're hard to forget.

I don't show a lot of things. I don't know if that's good or bad.

Don’t worry. I have insurance. And battery-operated accessories that don’t cheat on me or stalk me. Can’t beat that!

I thought I loved Daren, and I did in a butterfly-and-hearts kind of way, but it was nothing like this. This is an asteroid shower on a summer night. A tidal wave crashing onto the breakers. Falling over the edge of Niagara Falls in an inner tube. Because I have fallen, irreparably for Gavin Murphy

Because you'll always be special to me. Because I should have apologized years ago. Because I want you to be happy.

If I do, if I do forget, will you remind me?

If I don't take a chance with Gavin Murphy, I think I'll always regret it.

Don't apologize. You don't have to explain yourself. I choose you. I want you.

I want to warn you. I'm going to kiss you, and you're going to like it.A lot.

It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot

You can make demands when you're in demand

When confronted with a major emotional trigger like this, I have two modes - fight or flight -

We grew up together. We played in the same crib. You were my first kiss when I was twelve, the first girl to slap me when I was an ass, and the first girl to break my heart. But I also think you've taught me more than anyone I know. You're not some random woman. Now let me take care of this or you'll hurt my feelings.