“This thing with Eileen isn’t real. She will never have my kisses. My adoration. My complete and full attention. She is a checkmark in a box. She’s no threat to you in the same way a lone shooting star is no threat to the sun.” “Zach…” It came out louder yet quiet—her voice just behind the door now. “Do you think of me as the sun?” No. You’re the entire fucking universe. And I hate that most about you.
