It's killing me Sky. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I'm not ready to tell you I'm in love with you , because I'm not. Not yet. But whatever this is I'm feeling-it's so much more than just like . It's so much more. And for the past few weeks I've been trying to figure out. I've been trying to figure out why there isn't some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.

Sky: "you're the best, most understanding boyfriend in the whole wide world."
Holder: "No, I am not. I'm the most whipped boyfriend in the whole wide world.

The first time you kissed me? That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night. The first time you told me you lived me because you weren't ready to tell me you loved me yet? Those words stole another piece of my heart. The night I found out I was Hope? I told you I wanted to be alone in my room. When I woke up and saw you in my bed I wanted to cry, Holder. I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night. Keep them open. I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart

Les, I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but I'm too scared. I'm scared if I kiss her too soon, it'll feel like every other kiss she's ever received. She'll feel nothing. I don't want her to feel nothing when I kiss her. I want her to feel everything.

I want to kiss her and make love to her and marry her and make her have my babies and I want it all to happen tonight . But then we'll be out of firsts, and the firsts are the best part. Good thing I'm patient.

I tilt my head and ask “What firsts have we
already passed?”
“The easy ones,” he says. “First hug, first date, first fight, first time we slept together,
although I wasn’t the one sleeping. Now we barely have any left. First kiss. First time to
sleep together when we’re both actually awake. First marriage. First kid. We’re done
after that. Our lives will become mundane and boring and I’ll have to divorce you and
marry a wife who’s twenty years younger than me so I can have a lot more firsts and
you’ll be stuck raising the kids.” He bring his hand to my cheek and smile at me. “So you
see, babe? I’m only doing this for your benefit. The longer I wait to kiss you, the longer
it’ll be before I’m forced to leave you high and dry.