As you grow up you spend less and less time outside. Nobody can say “Go play outside” to you anymore to you.
I thought Genevieve was someone I would know forever. Those people in your life that you just always know, no matter what. But it’s not that way. Here we are, three years later, and we’re worse than strangers.
They had such a good meet-cute,” I croak.
Me ayudas a seguir adelante, Lara Jean.
This is the moment I realize I don’t love him, that I haven’t for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he’s right there for the taking: I could kiss him again; I could make him mine. But I don’t want him. I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.
Maybe this is why Mommy told Margot not to go to college with a boyfriend. When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you’ve lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.
Girl understand each other in a way boys never will.
You’ll just do what you did before he was your boyfriend. You’ll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen. All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.
I’m sick of waiting for karma. Karma can suck it.
Life doesn’t have to be so planned.
This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite.
The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one.
I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either. But one day maybe it will be.
There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister.
The hottest places in hell are reserved for people who maintain neutrality in times of crisis,” I say, licking my spoon.
Baking calms me; it’s stabilizing. It’s what I do when I don’t want to think about anything hard. It is an activity that requires very little from you – you just follow the directions, and then at the end you have created something. From ingredients to an actual dessert. It’s like magic. Poof, deliciousness.
Before he goes to the boys’ side and I go to the girls’ side, I kiss him one more time and I feel like I’m flying.
God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?
Because she’s Peter’s girl.
All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.