Nothing is guaranteed.
For the briefest of moments his eyes search mine, and I know he’s looking for reassurance. That’s when I put my arms around him and hug him tight to me, tight enough that he knows I’m here; I won’t let go.
And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.
If you make Josh’s dumb white- chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it’s over.
I don’t think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips... Or any other body part.
All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I’m waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.
I keep trying to block it out, but it keeps on coming back.
And now I just want to not exist.
I remember what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. You think you’ll never love like that again. But you do.
I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, “Ahh, feels good.” I laughed and said, “That’s because you’re coldhearted.” He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, “For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.
I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.
I clap my hands in delight. Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will?
This is our story.
He drives off into the night and I’m still standing there with my fingers to my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me.
No matter what, I always want to remember his face.
Maybe really, really good things aren’t meant to last for too long; maybe that’s what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.
I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.
Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don’t love me.
It took a long time for me to get better, but I did. I got better. But suddenly it’s like the last four years never happened, and I’m feeling all the same terrible feelings about myself that I did back then.
Although I’m tired, and it feels like years since I had a good night’s rest, I can’t bring myself to fall asleep. It’s like I’ve forgotten how.