“Wonderful and awful,” she whispers. “Beautiful and forgettable. That’s how you make me feel, all at the same time.” “How can you stand there and say that? I adore you! I think you’re beautiful. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you, the way you smell and the way you’re always pulling your hair back, or tapping your pen when you’re concentrating. You drive me crazy.” “It’s not enough.” “Don’t do this Jameson; don’t say that shit. Please, you’re breaking my heart.”
