As I head through the living room toward my bedroom, Warren glances at me. Twice. “Should have stayed in here and watched porn with me,” he says, taking in the marker all over my face.
Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Tate and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that’s exactly what Tate did. She loved me back to life.
I’m so acutely aware of everything about him in this moment that I’m almost positive I could pick his thumbprint out of a lineup.
Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to, so long as you’re shirtless.
Screw you, Warren.
As soon as he comes into view, I lose the war. The war I didn’t even know I was fighting. It doesn’t happen often, but when I do find a guy attractive, it’s better when it happens with a person I want it to happen with.
I’ve never looked forward before. I’ve always looked back. I think about the past way too much and I think about what I should have done and everything I did wrong and I’ve never once looked forward in my life.
I hate him for instilling awful things in my memory and somehow making me grieve for him in the midst of all the awful. I don’t want to grieve over his loss. I want to rejoice in it, but it’s just not in me.
If you love me more today than you loved me yesterday, then I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she says.
When you kiss, you can close your eyes. You can kiss away the thoughts. You can kiss away the pain, the doubt, the shame. When you close your eyes and kiss, you protect yourself from the vulnerability.
Listen, Tate. I want your mess. I want your clothes on my bedroom floor. I want your toothbrush in my bathroom. I want your shoes in my closet. I want your mediocre leftovers in my fridge.
Is he for real? A hot guy who makes me laugh and loves poetry? Someone pinch me.
I told him I wanted to major in creative writing and sit around in yoga pants and do nothing but write books eat ice cream every day.
So give it up. You give it all up. You never want love again, no matter what kind it is, because no type of love will ever be worth living through the ugly love again.
The fact that I can’t hear the world around me leaves me to focus more on the world inside me.
It’s amazing what the sound of a voice you’ve been longing to hear can do to your heart.
Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.
His lips against mine feel like everything. Like living and dying and being reborn, all at the same time.
I didn’t fall in love with you, Tate. I flew.
I’ve never been so sure about the rest of my life than I am in this moment. This girl is the rest of my life.