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“It’s important to get out and have college experiences,”
Just as he thought he’d caught his breath, he saw the stranger he’d run into the night before in the alley. He’d followed her home to make sure she got there safely and had memorized her profile, her height, her hair, as the features of the person who fought with him in the darkness. In the bright light of day, he could identify her between one heartbeat and the next.
Secrets were more romantic in the shadows than in the light.
She had people who appreciated and loved her for who she was, and as cheesy as it sounded, that was something that money couldn’t buy.
Jessie knew that her spiraling was getting out of control. “Ah, if I’m getting pizza, I want—” “Ham, pineapple, and jalapeños. I know.” “How in the world do you know that?” she blurted out.
Your kiss has given me life. The feel of your mouth against mine is a memory I’ll keep in my heart forever.
He took her hand and placed it in the center of his chest. His heart beat strong and fast. It beat for her.
His touch was the most natural feeling to her now that they’d been together, and she wanted more of it. It felt comforting to her, and the imprint of his fingertips were reminders of how delicious he made her feel.
You can’t find meaning in someone else’s happiness. You have to find meaning in your own.
Your presence has been a fire in my heart and has ignited my soul. I want to spend the rest of my life cherishing you for bringing meaning to mine.
“Just having moments with you, living with you, Jessie, is a dream worth fighting for.”
Here’s the thing about stereotypes: Sometimes there is truth in them. And sometimes, that truth exists in privileged classes and communities the most because they are the ones resistant to change that may impact their same privilege.