There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It’s the kind where you say things you can’t take back. You say them because you can’t help but say them, because you’re so angry it’s coming up your throat and out your eyes; you’re so angry you can’t see straight. All you see is blood.
Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish not to cry.
I’ve heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn’t think so in the beginning.
Music makes everything more romantic, doesn’t it? One second you’re walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it’s like you’re in a movie and you’ve just had your heart brutally broken.
It snuck up on me – growing up, I mean.
I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want... life to start happening. I want to fall in love and want a boy to fall in love with me back -Lara Jean.
I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.
I don’t want to forget any of this. The way he’s looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.
You can’t judge who you love the most by how long you love them.
I have a feeling that when I’m Stormy’s age, these everyday moments will be what I remember: Peter’s head bent, biting into a chocolate chip cookie; the sun coming through the cafeteria window, bouncing off his brown hair; him looking at me.
I can see now that it’s the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.
But you’re the most special to me, because you’re the girl I love, Lara Jean.
People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they’re wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.
One day soon you’ll be in the world, and you’ll have so many options you won’t know what to do with them. Everyone will fall in love with you, because you’re so beautiful and so charming, and you’ll look back on high school as such a tiny blip.
You know how I know she’s your most important person? You pick her every time.
Sometimes I wish we’d met when we were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven sounds like a good age to meet the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. At twenty-seven, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be. But.
Things have a way of settling back.
It’s hard to concentrate when your feelings are hurt.
Actually, judging by Pinterest alone, I’m pretty sure a lot of people would look forward to hanging out in such a beautiful library.
Peter. Peter Kavinsky.” Even saying his name is a remembered pleasure, something to savor, like a piece of chocolate dissolving on my tongue.