Sometimes it feels like you can’t be possibly be real.
These small words were the most frightening things to pass between us. Because once they were out there, we could never take them back.
And I certainly don’t need a boy to show me how to do it.
And that was a small silver lining on an otherwise dreary day.
I am not you dear.
Do you know how scary it is for me to say all that?
Not that I’m mad that I like you... except that I kind of am.
I just remembered I could lead and still like flowers.
I’m a lot of things. Infatuated, frightened, desperate, hopeful. It’d be nice to add ‘in love’ to the list.
Opening up to people is not a skill of mine.
It’s more than that. You’d take a bullet for him if you had to.
You are everything to everyone. And infinitely more to me.
Of course the one time I let myself fall in love, it’s with someone in another stratosphere.
I want to know someone. Really know someone. And I think I want that person to be you, even if you leave.
I cannot begin to express how eager I am to see what you have in store for our country.
Stupid Swendish baker with his stupid spices.
Look at me, America.” I blinked a few times and pulled my gaze up to his eyes. Through the pain, he smiled at me. “Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.
So that’s the only kind of love I’ve ever understood. When you love someone, you sacrifice. And I refused to let anyone do it for me.
It was too much to bear, to be loved that much.
Love has a sound. It sounds like a thousand heartbeats happening at the same time.