I like you so much I don’t know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I’m going to see you again.
I didn’t have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.
I could survive for months, years, on a crush.
The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?
I lean over to him and put my palms on his smooth cheeks. “That’s how I know you’re still a boy. Because you’re so sure.” He.
Up close, your face wasn’t so much handsome as beautiful.
You only like guys you don’t have a shot with, because you’re scared. What are you so scared of?
That’s how I’m feeling about everything these days: ugh. No.
Just like that, it was over. It was over before I even had a chance.
He deserves background music, he looks so good.
It’s probably because you were each other’s firsts. That’s why you can’t let each other go. I’ve heard that’s how it is with firsts, especially with guys.
It doesn’t work like that. You don’t just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.
All of this love crap makes me want to puke.
He doesn’t know it, but when Peter talks about Genevieve, he gets a certain softness in his face. It’s tenderness mixed with impatience. And something else. Love. Peter can protest all he wants, but I know he still loves her.
You can chalk up things to coincide so many times before you have to face the truth.
This is two romantic things in a row, so I figure I should praise him accordingly, because the boy responds well to positive reinforcement.
I’m standing there in the open door and the thought flies in my head, so quick, so unexpected, I can’t stop myself from thinking it: If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.
You could do with a little less baking and a little more living life.
Thinking these kinds of thoughts, feeling these kinds of feelings, it’s more than disloyal. I know that. It’s downright traitorous.
To feel so known, so understood. It’s such a wonderful feeling.