“The world's not black and white," she tells me. "Life doesn't have good guys and bad guys or a beginning, middle, and end. Not… — Robin York Copy Share Image
“I treated her like she belonged to me, even though I wouldn’t have her and I wouldn’t let her have me, either.” — Robin York Copy Share Image
“When you've got a shot at deeper, you have to fist your hands in its T-shirt and pull it closer. Tug until fabric rips.… — Robin York Copy Share Image
“When you surround yourself with lies, all the real things start to break.” — Robin York Copy Share Image
“Because I love you. I don't want to, okay? I think there are some things that are so hard, you shouldn't have to do them, only no one can take them from you. There are feelings so sick, so obviously unhealthy, you shouldn't have to feel them. But there they are. I still love you, and I'm not ever going… — Robin York Copy Share
“His name feels like a secret, and now he's wearing it on his wrist. I want to know all about this girl who put it there. What she looks like. If she's got freckles, fair hair or dark, like his. If she's scrappy or etheral, funny or serious, scrape-kneed or ladylike. I know that she loves him, so I want… — Robin York Copy Share
“Yeah. It is. And if you're going to get out of bed and come here and talk to me, the bare minimum you can… — Robin York Copy Share Image
“Don't wait for me," he whispers, and he kisses me again. "I don't want you to wait.” — Robin York Copy Share Image
“I just know that when she looks up, the tears make her eyes shine, and that’s where the stars are.” — Robin York Copy Share Image
