Even paradise can be suffocating.
Triumphantly he says, “Did you predict that, Lara Jean?
You’re the milk to my shake.
Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?
I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other it feels like I have.
El amor es aterrador: Cambia, se puede ir. Es parte del riesgo.
Peter is loyal to her first, me second. It’s first Genevieve, then me. That is the deal. That’s always been the deal. And I’m sick of it.
I stopped speaking when I realized I was no longer using any verbs or nouns, or making any sense.
Like, why do I speak? Why did God give me a mouth if I’m just going to say dumb stuff with it?
We never did see a shooting star, but it didn’t matter to me one bit. Before the night was over I said, this is one of my top moments. He said mine too.
Even though Margot is only two years older than me, I look up to her more than anybody.
It’s funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are.
My mom adored her. She called Belly her secret daughter. She looked forward to seeing her all year. Steven, even though he gave her a hard time, he was really protective of her. Everyone took care of Belly, she just didn’t know it. She was too busy looking at Conrad.
People will love you or hate you for being different, but who’s to say which way it’ll go? You never know. It’s completely arbitrary.
The thrill of a boy putting his hands on you for the first time.
If I win... do you know what I would wish for?” Don’t say it, don’t say it. Don’t say the thing you can’t take back. I’d wish we never started any of this.” The words echo in my head, in the air.
The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?
He could be wearing a red letterman’s jacket, driving around in a Corvette with the top down, one arm on the steering wheel, on his way to pick up his girl for the sock hop.
Disappointment is good for kids; it prepares them for the real world, where it’s not all about them and their feelings.
It might be my imagination, but I think I hear his heart beating. His is beating and mine feels like it’s breaking.