My mother calls me wishy-washy. I just think I’m delightfully impulsive.
Isn’t that the best person to want? The person that knows you inside and out. The person who has seen you at your ugliest and most beautiful and still wants to be with you. The person who believes in you and has your back, no matter what.
Something inside me bleeds for her. It’s a nasty cut in the heart, a slow, deadly leak.
I never understood why anyone would choose to go out into the world without armor on, to feel all the stabs, punches, and stings of life. That’s not how I wanted to live. I wanted to be free from pain, from loss, from broken dreams.
It’s scary, opening yourself up to be hurt, I know. But even if you don’t, you’ll hurt anyway.
I want to be the only man who witnesses that look. I want it to be mine forever.
People can be a pain in the ass.
It’s like if you’re not strong all the time, you’re not a real woman or something.
Books, Perry, books! The backbone of civilization. And our homework.” I.
Oh, you like me. You just don’t know it yet.
After my mother died, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about her, didn’t miss her. Not just missing her but aching for her. The love she gave, the space she filled in my life. My mother was everything to me and she continued to be everything afterward, even though she was no longer with us. My heart bled and burned with the same kind of intensity as it loved.
There was a time when I used to walk into the room and own it, or at least believe in what I was offering, but I hadn’t felt that confidence in a long time.
Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about that kiss every single day since it happened. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought once about what it would be like to do it again. To do more.
The only thing that matters is us. I don’t want to hide us anymore. Veronica, I want you. I want all of you. All the time, every day, until the end. I want to tell the world just how much you mean to me because you are my world.
I’m stunned by the sight of him. No, floored. My knees actually feel weak, and I dig my heels down into the grass to try and keep upright.
If you don’t believe you’re worthy of love you’ll never know what to do with love when you get it.
Dinner was a lonely affair. Funny how you could be surrounded by your family, your blood, and yet feel totally alone. Even with the sun shining on the sparkling shores of English Bay and Josh at my side, I felt like I was invisible, and in a dark, dark place.
Then don’t let go,” he says. “And I won’t either.” He.
That’s the beauty of traveling. Haven’t you caught on yet? There are no strangers here, just friends you haven’t met yet.
Each step toward love. Each step toward revenge. I walked toward the end of something, maybe the end of everything. And it was all in my hands.