“But I’d taken Lucien’s lead and ordered what he had, something called sweet tea.” — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“In all the medical dramas I’d ever seen, there was always some solution, some last-minute, miraculously undiscovered remedy. Nobody ever just gave up on… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“She was my heart,she was half of me and nothing,certainly not a few measly hundred miles,was ever going to change that.” — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“Saying good-bye is basically an invitation not to see a person again. It's making it okay for that to be the last conversation you… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“As I stared at the stars, I realized that there were always this many of them. It was only when the other lights were… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“I tried to shut out the feelings that were hurting my heart with a thousand tiny pinpricks, which was somehow worse that having it… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“I know,' I said, thinking about the trip my mother had wanted me to take, and the trip we'd ended up taking, and how… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“I’d just always assumed those constants, so basic, would never change. I hadn’t even realized they were anything special at the time. And now… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“This felt like the way you get nervous right before something exciting happens-the moment when you're balanced on the top of the roller coaster,… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“She seemed to still be completely unaware that Elliot was pining openly for her and messing up customers' orders as a result. And the… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“Something tells me we're not in Kansas anymore" "You did not just say that” — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“I looked away from his direct gaze and down at the scratched surface of the table. Someone had etched into it RYAN LOVES MEGAN… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“She spoke fast, and seemed to be a combination of stressed out and on the verge of cracking up, which was a mixture I… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
“Soon this would just be who I was. Soon old me would be dead too. I tipped my head against the cold glass of… — Morgan Matson Copy Share Image
