"I love you too," she said. "But love isn't enough when you're never really here."
"You come home to an empty bed half the time," she shot back. "And the other half, you're gone before sunrise. I'm tired of being the girl you call when the party ends." Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road
"I'm taking what's mine," she said flatly. "Which, I realized, isn't much." "I love you too," she said
He pushed off the frame and crossed the room in four strides. He smelled like expensive cologne and the faint ghost of a whiskey sour. "You're not even gonna look at me?" I'm tired of being the girl you call when the party ends
Maya zipped the last compartment shut. She wasn't crying. Not anymore. She had spent all her tears during the three-hour argument that started when she found the red leather jacket that wasn't hers in his closet. Now, all that was left was the numb, clinical work of leaving.