What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both. I had to wonder but Monkey clearly knew: you could see it, feel it coming off him, like a heat. I almost envied him that. Almost.

-Remy Starr, This Lullaby By Sarah Dessen