“Why is this so hard?” I whispered.His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.”

“If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.”