“How ex are we talking?" "The kind where you have to take everything that he ever gave you and bury it in the backyard so there will be nothing to remind you of how much you loved him.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“I can't figure out what's wrong with her feet! -Nothing's wrong with my feet! -They are an alluring shade of pink. -Jax, that's nail… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Whatever it is that’s making you cry, look away from it. It doesn’t have you. I do.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Reed's blood is now mixed with mine, so that he is always with me, no matter where I am.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“security…” he trails off, picking up my black bikini top that was flung over the lamp. I pluck what’s left of the top out… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Reed’s face inches closer to mine on the pillow as he says, “Let me try to explain something to you, Evie. All of these… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“If they took you from me, it would be like they concealed my heart from me.” — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Instead of asking yourself how you can change that aspect of you, maybe you should be asking yourself why you were created that way.… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“You have made no secret of the fact that you hate me.” His eyes soften again. “Hate you?” he asks. “Not as much as… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“You’re not her. You’re better. You think for yourself, and you never back down when you believe you’re right. And you’re not perfect, like… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“Evie's head is pressed tightly to my chest; I would pull her inside of me and have my heart beat for us both if… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
“ask God to bind my life to your life so that my mind will be one with your mind,” I repeat the words Phaedrus… — Amy A. Bartol Copy Share Image
