TORI

Some nights, alone, he thinks of her. And some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some nights these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and they are connected without ever knowing it.

I’m tired of having to prove to myself that I’m a good person.

"If he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets"

That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

Women are more attracted to men who pay attention, someone who remembers details about them without having to be reminded.

I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.