I just crave you more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.
I want them to stain your soul, because these words are the most important.
I’ve wondered how someone could make me so incredibly happy if God didn’t exist.
So many times you’ve taken my breath away or made it feel like my heart was trapped inside my stomach. But last night was more than any fourteen-year-old boy could handle. So I took your face in my hands and I kissed you, just like I’ve been dreaming of doing for over a year now.
It’s funny how you can be so happy with someone and love them so much, it creates an underlying sense of fear in you that you never knew before them. The fear of losing them. The fear of them getting hurt.
There’s sadness about him. Not one related to our current situation. Something deeper... like it’s embedded in him. I’ve met people who smile with their eyes, but he frowns with his.
It was hard, being let go by someone who had never really grabbed hold of me completely in the first place. In all the time we’ve spent together, I think we both sort of knew this wasn’t a forever thing. I’m not sure why, because I could easily love him that way.
Gratitude is born in the struggle.
My whole body tenses from the burst of pain that ripples through me as he pushes inside of me, but the perfection of the way we fit together makes the pain a mere inconvenience.
I’m trying to process the shift from last week to this week and I can’t get past the notion that we might just be too good. Whatever this is and whatever we’re doing seems too good and too right and too perfect and it makes me think of all the books I’ve read and how, when things get too good and too right and too perfect, it’s only because the ugly twist hasn’t yet infiltrated the goodness of it all and I suddenly –.
I laugh, relieved that she’s... that she simply exists. And that we were lucky enough to exist in the same lifetime, in the same area of the world, in the same state.
That’s what love is, Ben. Love is sacrifice.
I’ve missed you every single day we weren’t together since the moment I met you.
Clusters of nosiness form at lockers; eyes, eyes, eyes on my face.
Your mother left me because I slept with her best friend. My personality had nothing to do with it.
I’m staring, emotionless, into a pair of unfamiliar, dark eyes. I feel as though I’m staring at two eyes I’ve never seen before, despite the fact that I’ve more than likely looked at these eyes on a daily basis since I was old enough to reach a mirror.
Everything about him causes my lungs to fail and my heart to go into overdrive.
I thought you were the one that got away.” I smile. “I still could be.” “Don’t be.
That’s nice, Brian. You want a trophy?
I promise to be your pillar of strength for as long as you need one, I’m sure I will sometimes fail you. My whole purpose in life is to make you happy, and sometimes I feel like I’m unable to do that anymore. Sometimes I give up on myself.