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? Probably not. People like you don’t have to suffer through those kind of things.
It’s kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted, isn’t it?
And i’m certain, i’m so suddenly certain that everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be, that I don’t have to be afraid of good-bye; because good-bye doesn’t have to be forever.
It’s a known fact that in life, you can’t have everything.
I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.
As I bicycle home, it starts to rain, cold, almost-snow kind of rain, and I’m glad. I can blame my wet cheeks on the rain.
I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
Please, Peter. I know her well and so do you. Well, I did know her well. But I don’t think people change at the core. They are who they are.
I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times worse. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.
It’s the “too”? that’s the sticking point. The “too”? is what stops me in my tracks. It sticks in my craw. Because if he hadn’t said “too”? it would be about me and him. Not about me and him and Margot.
It was the promise of maybe, maybe one day.
But I don’t think people change at the core.
What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?
Was i on five or six? “Peter! You made me lose my count again!” “I have that effect on women.” I roll my eyyes at him and he grins back at me, but before he can say anything else, I yell,” Kitty! Get down here!
There’s nothing crazier than a Christmas tree all lit up.
It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.
It’s a lot of responsibility to hold a person’s heart in your hands.
Life doesn’t have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen.
Do you think there’s a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?
There’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it’s hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.