That’s what loce is, Ben. Love is sacrifice. I got this tattoo the day I felt that kind of love for your father. And I chose it because if I had to describe love that day, I would say it felt like my two favourite things, amplified and thrown together. Like my favourite poetic line mixed into the lyrics of my favourite song.
Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.” He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.
Neither of us says I love you before we fall asleep. Sometimes two people share a silent moment that feels so deep and so powerful, a simple phrase such as I love you risks losing all prior meaning if spoken aloud.
People aren’t supposed to get pleasure out of the destruction Mother Nature is capable of, but we want to stare anyway.
Bridgette instinctively holds out her hands and my sister shoves Conner at her. Bridgette’s arms are outstretched, as far from her body as she can get them. She’s holding Conner under his armpits, staring at me wide-eyed. “What do I do with it?” she whispers. Her eyes are filled with terror.
I’m serious. You’ve been doing so much thinking with your head that you’re ignoring your heart completely. There has to be a balance. The fact that both of you are letting other things consume you is about to ruin any chance you’ll ever have at being happy.
Using you as a standard is completely unfair to the rest of the female population.
That’s exactly what this feels like. Like she’s a drug I’ve become immediately addicted to but I have none in supply.
I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode.’” Wow.
While he spends all of his time trying to remember... I spend all of my time trying to forget.
I don’t care what our real first kiss was,” he says. “That’s the one I want to.
I would say it felt like my two favorite things, amplified and thrown together. Like my favorite poetic line mixed into the lyrics of my favorite song.
I need to remember that there’s more than one way people show love. And even though his way and my way are completely opposite, it’s still love.
It’s not a good feeling, knowing someone has convinced themselves they’re more in love with you than they are simply because you’re dependent on them. I’d rather feel melancholic than pathetic.
It’s weird, having thoughts of divorcing someone I’m in love with.
I’m full of all this untapped potential. Sometimes my chest feels hollow, as if I’ve lived a life with nothing significant enough to fill it. My heart is full, but that’s the only part of me that feels any weight.
Well, usually when something goes wrong, someone is at fault.
They’re all scared of me, I think, but why?
Clara isn’t struggling because Chris is no longer here. She’s struggling because he’s never coming back. There’s a difference.
I needed for the imaginary version of my world to be darker than my real world. Otherwise, I would have wanted to leave them both.