Did I Mention I Need You? (Did I Mention I Love You

When it comes to you, it's simple : As long as you don't give up, I won't either.

I don't know what being in love with someone is supposed to feel like," Tyler admits with a breathy laugh, "but if being in love means thinking about someone every second of every day... If being in love means your entire mood shifts when they're around... If being in love means you'd do anything and everything for them," he murmurs, "then I am endlessly in love with you.

That's the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on form someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.

You've got nothing to be worried about," he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, "because, baby, I'm all yours.

Don't you think bases are too slow ? First base, second base, third base... Satisfying to get to, but slow. I'm more of a home run kinda guy." And suddenly, the husky tone of his voice and the glint in his eyes and the way he's trying not to grin all suddenly click together. [...] "Are you really talking about baseball here ?" [...] "If only.

Is there a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?

Eyes on me", he calls. It's the easiest part of all this. Eyes on Tyler ? Ha. They hardly ever rest on anything else.

None of this was supposed to happen, [...] but all of it did. I can't feel bas about it and I can't fell sorry about it, because I'm not. It's just the way things have turned out, and honestly, it's not our fault.

It's gonna take me a lot longer than a year without you to get over you.

I need you because I'm in love with you, Eden, and I have no idea how I'll ever get over you.

He lets the door fall shut on its own behind him, and when I hear that awful click, it hits me even harden at that exact moment that Tyler just gave up. And I still don't rally know why.

Tyler has left me to deal with our mess all by myself. It was supposed to be us against the world, Tyler and me versus everyone else. Now it's just me.

Oh, little Eden from the forests of Portland, welcome to the real world.

That's the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on from someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.

It was supposed to be us against the world, Tyler and me versus everyone else. Now it's just me.

I think parks like these are the best places to people-watch. The diversity of people here is really cool and, again I find myself wondering what they're doing and why they're here and who they're with. I'm far too curious for my own good.

We promised we'd all stay in touch. Even joked about a yearly reunion. These kinds of goodbyes are the scary goodbyes. The goodbyes where you know the chances of seeing each other again are very slim.