Ilsa J.Bick

You think pain can‘t be any more horrible than that.

Until you discover that the well is bottomless. There‘s always more. A different kind of pain, maybe, but more and much, much worse.

This is just like the ward. I inched a little lower in my seat. Don’t shout, don’t make a fuss, smile at the doctor and we’ll all be just fine

You see me, I see you, but we inhabit different bodies of water. You can‘t touch me, and I can‘t touch you and that‘s just fine.

This was the knife, the knife, his kissing knife....

Want to know how girls think, Bobby-o? Well, here‘s the inside scoop. It‘s the torture of not knowing that fuels a romance and that kind of pain is sweet, so sweet. It‘s the longing, stupid. Unrequited love is the best of all.

nothing‘s ever as good as the build up to that first kiss. Obsession is an engine all its own, a torment of the most pleasant kind. The rest is just . . . a real letdown.

See what?‖

―Me, Jenna,‖ he said. ―So you would see me. And then you would know that you‘re not the only one who‘s lonely.‖

For that matter, my heart is broken.