Sometimes I think we all feel guilty for being happy, and as soon as we catch ourselves acting like everything is okay, someone remembers it’s not.
I’m fine, thanks for not asking.
Don’t move, Anna Reiley. Right now, everything is perfect.
Same people. Same hellos and goodbyes. Same beginnings and endings. Same befores and afters.
Sweetheart, when you say Matt’s name, you have the same look in your eyes that he’d get whenever he’d say yours.
I just swallow hard. Nod and smile. One foot in front of the other. I’m fine, thanks for not asking.
The only excuse I can think of is the truth – she’s broken. Until someone can figure out how to fix her, what else can she do?
Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you.
Anna,” he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair.“Don’t you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?” “No.” Just, then, i didn’t know what anything meant.
Doesn’t matter how many people are in the crowd anymore, Delilah. Ten or ten thousand, I’m still only singing for one.
But when he died, I saw – nothing. There was nothing left to see.
My eyes were closed and his mouth tasted like marzipan flowers and clove cigarettes, and in ten seconds the whole of my life was wrapped up in that one kiss, that one wish, that one secret that would forever divide my life into two parts.
Don’t settle, okay? Not for anything. I mean it. You only get this one chance at life, far as I know. Take it. Even if its not with me.
If I could find the butterfly that flapped its wings before we got into the car that day, I would crush it.
Sometimes I think I’m an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
But when he died, I saw – nothing. There was nothing left to see. It happened and it was impossible and beautiful and then it ended before it even really began, leaving nothing behind but secrets and broken hearts.
I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.
I’d rather be completely alone than with a bunch of people aren’t real.
I‘m not in love with him. I‘m in love with the way he erases things.
When you’re in the middle of being in love with someone, you just don’t stop to ask.