Lara Jean, why do you have to remember every little thing? It’s not healthy.
Because by the time you finally see each other, you’re catching up only on the big things, because it’s too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life.
It’s torturous standing there in front of him, waiting – for what, I don’t know.
You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever.
I know most sisters don’t get along, but I’m closer to Margot than I am to anybody in the world. How can we be the Song girls without Margot?
I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we’d have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I’ll remember my whole life.
I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.
It’s like we’re in a movie and the music is swelling and waves are crashing around us.
I don’t like taking my eyes away from what’s happening right in front of me, not for a second.
The most believable lies are the ones that are atleast a little bit true.
It’s hard to redefine something that never had a clear definition in the first place.
Her mind can’t go to the dark places mine does.
Under the blanket I find Margot’s hand and link my pinky with hers. “Sister swear.
Margot doesn’t see the point in wondering. This is our life; there’s no use in asking what if.
It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, expectations. And wants.
It’s always the quiet ones that are the most interesting.
Stormy, who was larger than life, who taught me how to apply red lipstick “so it lasts even after a night of kisses and champagne,” she said. I.
It’s not fair for the girl. Guys have it easy. I’m sure they were all congratulating him, pounding him on the back for being such a stud.
It might not have been him. But it doesn’t matter, Lara Jean, because even if he didn’t encourage all the talk, I doubt he discouraged it, if you know what I’m saying.
When I’m old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We’re still here. It’s not the future yet.