Carla

“I need to be with you," he whispers. His fingers move from my knee to my hand, and he grasps it in his and presses his thumb down hard on mine so that I can't possibly shake him off. He interlocks our fingers. I have no choice but to glance back up, to meet his eyes as they well up, and I've never seen him look so...so torn apart. "Don't you get it? You're not my distraction. This is me, Eden. This. Right now. You're making me a goddamn mess, but I don't care, because it's me. I'm a mess. And the thing I love about you is that I'm allowed to be a mess around you, because I trust you. You're the only one who's cared enough to figure me out. I want to be your mess.”
― Estelle Maskame, Did I Mention I Love You?

“I don't know what being in love with someone is supposed to feel like," Tyler admits with a breathy laugh, "but if being in love means thinking about someone every second of every day... If being in love means your entire mood shifts when they're around... If being in love means you'd do anything and everything for them," he murmurs, "then I am endlessly in love with you.”
― Estelle Maskame, Did I Mention I Need You?

“I need you because I'm in love with you, Eden, and I have no idea how I'll ever get over you.”
― Estelle Maskame, Did I Mention I Need You?

“What is it with you, Eden?" he asked quietly, but his back is turned and he's staring out the window at the ground below. "You're not supposed to figure me out. No one is.”
― Estelle Maskame, Did I Mention I Love You?