But the little things are what make up life.
I’ve always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.
I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.
Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.
I hate change more than almost anything.
Do you know what it’s like to like someone so much you can’t stand it and know that they’ll never feel the same way.
Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.
Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.
There’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.
I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.
Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.
Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.
If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.
It’s scary how easy promises were broken.
When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don’t kick him on the ground.
When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can’t say in real life.
I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer.
Firsts are best because they are beginnings.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A burn for a burn. A life for a life. That’s how all this got started. And that’s how it’s going to end.