Damn it, kiss me, Luce.
We all have secrets, Rowen. Every last person on the planet. And you know what else? We all experience the same kinds of things. We just go through them at different times and to different degrees.
Lou didn’t need to tell me, Luce,” he said, looking between me and the field. “I don’t need someone to tell me when my girl’s in the stands. I could pick you out even if I was playing in the Superdome and you were tucked into the back row.
And then I met one whose face I couldn’t forget. I fell in love with her and was afraid she was going to leave me the way everyone else had... I still love her.
I’m a realist,” I said. “Lying and making promises about forever is almost as bad as one day at a time.
One true friend was worth more than fifty frenemies who laughed at my engagement ring. Bitches.
When you find someone you want to spend forever with, you don’t let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day, or a year or a hundred years.
I didn’t have the answers yet, but I wasn’t terrified of them anymore.
I’ve lived every beat loving you, since I first met you.
You’re right. Maybe it wouldn’t change anything.” His gaze shifted from the brightening ocean to me. I didn’t need to look into his eyes to feel their intensity. “But maybe it would change everything.
I’m fool hearted enough to believe love can conquer all.
The hard part is finding someone we trust enough to open up to. That person we’re not afraid to let into the darkest parts of our world.
I don’t believe in fairy tales. I believe in making my own damn tale.
He knew that the core of my doubts when it came to Jesse and me was that I didn’t deserve him. That I was the lack to his luster. That I was the coal to his diamond. That I was the nothing special to his everything special.
Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.
Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.
Don’t underestimate the power of the nonverbal. You’d be amazed how many people come in for interviews with poor posture, weak handshakes, and blank stares.
Jude wasn’t just my first love. He was my forever love.
We will all, at some point in our lives, fall. Every single one of us. We shouldn’t spend our time trying to avoid falling. We should spend it finding someone who will help us up!
I try to keep the happy memories. If that’s what you call selective memories, I’m good with that.