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.
I never realised how powerful desire could be. It consumes every part of you, enhancing your senses by a million.
Man, that’s unreal,” she says. “Yeah, it is. But it’s my real.
If that boy can’t see what a good thing he could have with you, then he ain’t worth your time.
I fall in and out and back in love with that answer.
I can’t tell if you’re really mature for your age or really delusional.” I shrug, guarding my delusions deep inside my chest. “An unhealthy mixture of both, I’m sure.
It’s weird and normal and hot and sad and strange and I don’t really want to let go.
He reaches down between us and wraps his pinky around mine.