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308 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2013
“I know some people wonder whether Heaven and Hell truly exist, but do those people question whether gravity exists? Or oxygen? You can’t see those with your naked eye, either. I can’t see cologne on a guy’s body, but I can smell it. I may not be able to see Heaven, but deep inside, I can feel it.”
“Why is believing in football different than believing in God? Why is one more socially acceptable than the other?”
“Why is it cool for some people to do what they want to do, but uncool for others? Why is being on the football team considered cool while being on the math team is not?”
He grabs my hand and tangles our fingers together, and I remember how this felt on our first date.
Right and perfect, even thought we're anything but right and perfect. But being with him smells better than salt on the breeze first thing in the morning at the beach. It tastes better than homemade vanilla ice cream. It feels better than dragging a paintbrush across canvas.
~Things I Can't Forget
"You are really pretty. . ." He drags a hand through his blond hair. "But you're kind of like a great book. . . you know, you pick up a book at the bookstore because it has a beautiful cover. . . but it's what's inside that pulls you in."