But just because we used to be perfect for each other doesn’t mean we’re perfect together now. We’re far from it.
No one else. You control your anger and you control your happiness.
He squeezes my hand, and I’m not sure at which point during this conversation I fell for him, but it happened. I may look like I’m casually sitting on a bed next to him, but metaphorically, I’ve melted at his feet.
Will you break rule number two with me, Tate? Because I really want to marry you.
If you aren’t living your best life for yourself, you can’t be your best self for those in your life.
I would say I have a definite crush on him, but crush doesn’t even begin to define it. I’m not even going to try to define how I feel about him, because I refuse to let my thoughts go there. Not now and not ever.
Do you ever wish people were more transparent?” “How so?” He picks at a piece of chipped stucco with his thumb until it breaks loose. He flicks it over the ledge. “I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we’re all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.
Even though he’s asleep, he somehow still looks as if he’s in a world of pain.
When my life is good enough for you to be a part of it, I’ll come find you. But I don’t want you to wait around for me, because that might never happen.” I.
I can be pleasant to people who deserve i.
Those were thoughts I couldn’t admit to him, of course. I might have been obsessed with him, but a woman knows if she wants to keep a man forever, she has to act like she could get over him in a day.
I lower my mouth to his and kiss him softly. He closes his eyes and begins to ease his head against the bed. “Keep them open,” I whisper, pulling away from his lips. He opens them, regarding me with and intensity that penetrates straight to my core. “I want you to keep them open... because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.
I have loved you every single second of every day since the moment I laid eyes on you. I love you more now than I did the day I married you.
Never forget that I was your first real kiss. Never forget that you’ll be my last.
I stare at the houses, each of them immaculate and manicured to the point of irritation. It makes me want to shoot a gun into the air, just to see all the quiet people inside scramble out. This neighborhood needs a little life breathed into it.
I’m running with you,” he says, without question.
Never forget how right it felt when my lips finally touched yours.
I didn’t sleep much after that. I was too mad. I’m not even sure who I’m mad at. I just kept thinking about our country and the whole world and how screwed up is that people don’t do more each other. I don’t know when humans started only looking out for themselves. Maybe it’s always been this way. It made me wonder how many people out there were just like Atlas. It made me wonder there were other kids at our school who might be homeless.
Last month a faded red 1983 Ford EPX.
We’d just been two people who helped each other when we needed it and got our hearts fused together along the way.