Love Songs & Other Lies

You were the missing lyrics to a song I didn't even know I was writing.

Someday will be here before you know it, Ginny. Eventually we all run out of tomorrows.

What you don't say means more, sometimes.

Attention, strong, independent women of the world: Please tell me how to turn this stupid voice off

...you are the only future I've ever seen for myself.

Sometimes you don't know what you want until you just do. It hits you like a wave, knocks you underwater, and when you surface, all you want is this one thing. It's like gasping for air.

Congrats on the tattoo... and the fish.

Sorry to disappoint you," I laugh as his scrawny body comes barreling down the aisle toward me. "No strippers, just me.

I spend my entire day watching you guys, Tad says. I think I've officially spent more time with all of you than I have with my own girlfriends over the years

...You were just being honest. I get that now. You've always told me the truth. You're always honest with me. And the truth hurts sometimes...but empty promises hurt a lot more. And you've never given me those.

I'm Cam, a Cheesehead drug dealer. Nice to meet you. "Ha. Nice man." Does he know I'm joking?

She's the words on the page that tell me to stay.

Everything about Cam feels polished and crisp....He doesn't belong in Riverton any more than I belong in a band.

You're the one who decides what you deserve, Ginny. Not him.

I want you to say yes. To everything. To anything.

I wonder if this is what falling in love sounds like. Like butterfly wings in my ears and trumpets in my stomach and like the pound of bass in my chest.

Say yes to what exactly?" Ginny asks. "To everything . To anything.

With a final click of the door, I know she's gone. It feels like that moment when the end credits run at a movie, and you wish there were just a few more minutes left before you have to dump your popcorn in the trash. A few more moments before you return to your real life, leaving the imaginary world and characters of the movie behind, trading them in for your own reality.

Who just ups and leaves everything to join a band tour for three months?

The cameras . . . they're 24/7 or just for interviews and stuff?

Cam is smiling at me like I'm absolute perfection, and for a moment I forget all about the pain and the hate and the anger

The click of seat belts, the ding of the blinker, the gentle swish of breath past lips -- it all feels like it's being projected through a megaphone, filling my car with deafening sound..