Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

My duty is to complete the job I’m being paid to do… which is to bust the largest campus drug ring in collegiate history.

I cried because I realized that no matter who he’s become, a part of me still has empathy for him… because I don’t know how not to.

Damn him for being everything I wish Asa was, and everything I wish I could have.

Worries flow from her lips like the random words that flow from her fingertips. I reach out and try to catch them, clenching them in my fists, wanting nothing more than to catch them all.

Some people recharge by having the energy of other people around them. I am not one of those people.

I read once that the difference between an extrovert and an introvert isn’t how you act in a group setting. It’s whether or not those group settings give you fuel or drain you. An introvert can outwardly appear to others to be an extrovert, and vice versa. But it all comes down to

how those interactions influence yo...

He unclenched his fists and dropped her worries, unable to catch them for her. But she picked them back up and dusted them off. She wants to be able to hold them herself now.

the only thing love relies on for survival is respect. And you don’t get that from him.”

That’s all those were. Words. A few simple words strung together, but they held just enough power to physically stop me in my tracks.

“Love is not found. Love finds.”

“Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.”

Love finds you in the tragedies. That’s certainly where Carter found me. In the midst of a series of tragedies…

Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air.

I guess that’s the difference between being loved the right way and the wrong way. You either feel tethered to an anchor… or you feel like you’re flying.

“you had a lot of potential. But you spent every day of your life expecting the world to repay you for a few really shitty years you were dealt as a child. That’s where you went wrong. The world doesn’t owe us a thing. We take what we’re given and we make the most of it. But you took what you were given and you shit on it and then expected more.”