For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?
I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I’m not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
I know you aren’t perfect. But it’s a person’s imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.
Boys turns girls into such idiots.
I’m saying I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you this whole bleeding year!
Why is it that the right people never wind up together? Why are people so afraid to leave a relationship, even if they know it’s a bad one?
I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It’s so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn’t have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.