What does it mean when a girl texts you a bunch of x’s and o’s?” I ask, frowning at my screen. “Are you for real right now?” When I send Shep a helpless look he shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “It means hugs and kisses, dumbass. Jesus, where have you been? Living under a rock?
Don’t give up just because things are hard.
She’s all broken inside but no one will ever notice. – Unknown.
And I miss him. And when I’m alone with my thoughts, I miss him even more. And right now? I feel horribly alone. Lonely.
It is better to be hurt by the raw truth rather than to be comfortably deceived. – Anonymous.
A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow.
You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.” – Johnny Depp.
His lips quirk into this adorable little smile. Ugh, he’s just too cute. And sexy. And hot. And huge. “You have feelings for me?
It’s hard to hold on to anger. It eats at you, chips away at your happiness, making you miserable.
I’m sweating, and not just from the heat. I’m sweating because the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is approaching.
He lifts a brow. I really love it when he does that. “Are you flirting with me?
You know how I feel about you constantly running away from your problems. It’s not healthy. And they always catch up to you sooner or later.
Words are meaningless when there are no actions backing them up. Prove to me that you feel that way. Don’t just tell me, show me.
And I like being equal with her. With Chelsea. I like opening my eyes and watching her, learning a rhythm with her, our bodies in sync, my hands mapping her skin, learning just how to touch her to drive her wild. She’s mine. She might not know it yet, but I can’t stand the thought of letting her go. The nameless, faceless girls – they’re the things of the past. Banished forever. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I just want to be with her.
We only see what others want us to see. We don’t know how they suffer behind closed doors. Our.
I’m sure I look a wreck. But he’s the one who wrecked me so he may as well take a good long look at what he’s done.
She’s being safe. Safe is good. And I’m being reckless. Insane.
I can’t believe I’ve known this girl for only seven days. She’s become my everything-and with all my baggage, I’ve probably become her worst nightmare.
I’m damaged. I probably always will be. But I can at least pick up the pieces the best that I can and carry on. It’s the only thing to do. Life is what you make it.
It’s mind-boggling, how one small choice causes a ripple effect throughout the rest of your life.