tryna find which piece of literature this was from: [i]He looked into her eyes and said " I need you. Every fucking time I think I don't and it doesn't matter anymore and then reality hits me like a heart attack. I don't care if it's wrong or right. I don't care if we can make it work or not, I need you". She took a deep breath " I don't need you, I want you. You throw things away once you stop needing them, like those cookie cutters I needed when I used to bake. I want you and I don't know how to stop"[/i]