"They're not star-crossed lovers. She refuses to let this become some kind of tragedy where he's always absent and she's always waiting."

"You're not star-crossed lovers. You refuse to let this become some kind of tragedy where he's always absent and you're always waiting."

"So here she was, alone and a bit lonely, but less sad and more confused. She was somewhere in between apathy and acceptance. For a month they avoided each other's presence. She knew it was hypocritical to be mad, because she was doing the same, but she felt a dull ache in her chest every time he looked away from her or left the room if they were alone."