Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you’re the underdog.
Things couldn’t stay the same forever.
There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you’d erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.
You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.
She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She’d known me my whole life. It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.
But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing.
When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit.
There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it’s living, breathing thing and there’s no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.
I hated to leave her and I hated to be near her, because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.
How is a person supposed to prepare for what happens tomorrow when there’s just no figuring out today?
I wondered if this was the way old crushes died, with a whimper, slowly, and then, just like that – gone.
I didn’t want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which to be honest was almost a relief.
Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.
I love Conrad and I probably always would. I would spend my whole life loving him one way or another. Maybe I would get married, maybe I would have a family, but it wouldn’t matter, because a piece of my heart, the piece where summer lived, would always be Conrad’s.
I knew I had to be careful. I had to keep my distance. If she knew how much I still cared, it was all over. I wouldn’t be able to walk away again. The first time was hard enough.
You’d rather make up fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.
For me, it was almost like winter didn’t count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers.
I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.