As much as I try to forget where it all started to go wrong, I was cursed with this mind that never forgets a single thing.
Dillon, if you’re trying to impress me, You’re going about it the wrong way. I much prefer a guy with a little more modesty and a lot less wife.” -Tate.
Wow,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re kind of my hero. You just roasted a dead guy.
Nostalgia is a funny thing. I.
Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Tate and I share.
I know a lot of mothers who get along just fine with their teenagers. I’m just not one of the lucky ones. Or maybe it isn’t about luck. Maybe I went wrong somewhere along the way.
Attraction isn’t something that only happens once, with one person. It’s part of what drives humans. Our attraction to each other, to art, to food, to entertainment. Attraction is fun. So when you decide to commit to someone, you aren’t saying, ‘I promise I’ll never be attracted to anyone else.’ You’re saying, ‘I promise to commit to you, despite my potential future attraction to other people.
I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of – bones and muscles and blood and organs – yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.
Elaborate. Lots of things could be considered weird, so I’m not sure what you’re referring to.
The way he’s looking at me, as if I’m the only thing that matters in his world, makes the moment take on a whole new feel. I’m completely consumed, not by waves of pleasure but by waves of raw emotion. I didn’t know I could feel someone this much. I didn’t know I could need someone this much. I had no idea I was capable of sharing this kind of connection with someone.
Yeah, but I really only deserve a six.
The journey from first breath to death has nothing to do with miracles, how much you pray, coincidences, or divine intervention. Sometimes.
It always feels as though you’re trying to be my lifeguard. I don’t need a lifeguard, Ridge. I need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.
He catches me staring at him when he turns to reach for his other shirt. I do that thing where I quickly glance away and make it completely obvious that I was staring, since I’m now looking at nothing but a blank wall and I know he’s still looking at me and oh, my word, I just want to leave.
One I’m not sure I’m supposed to appreciate.
If you knew all your life that you were going to die at any moment, would you be okay with just barely living? Or would you live as hard as you could?
But then I met you, and every single day since then, I’ve wondered how someone could be so beautiful if there wasn’t a God. I’ve wondered how someone could make me so incredibly happy if God didn’t exist. And I realized just now... that God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things in life for granted.
For six years we lived in this perfect world where adults are always right and bad things don’t happen don’t happen to good people. Then, in the span of a minute, you were taken and everything we knew turned out to be this false image of life that our parents had built for us. We realized that day that even adults do horrible things.
I sigh and sit back up on the couch. “Hey, Mom.” I’m really surprised she’s speaking to me. It’s only been one day since the funeral. That’s 364 days sooner than I expected to hear from her.
When I’m around you, I feel too drunk to speak to you. And I’ve never even tasted alcohol before, but I’m sure kissing you is what being drunk feels like. If that’s the case, I’m already worried for my sobriety because I can see myself becoming addicted to kissing you.”.