Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #3)

by Jenny Han

I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

She’s always wanted the world. I just want home,

It’s the kind of memory I like best—more of a feeling than an actual remembrance. The hum of a memory, blurry around the edges, soft and nothing particularly special, all kind of blending into one moment.

this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility?

I think the perfect high school night will end up being some random little nothing moment that you didn’t plan or expect; it just happened.

It’s strange to feel happy at a memorial for someone you loved, but that’s how I feel. I’m happy that the day has gone well, that we’ve sent Stormy off in style. It feels good to say a proper good-bye, to have the chance.

I guess that’s part of growing up, too—saying good-bye to the things you used to love.

Is there anything more intoxicating than making a boy bend to your will?

It’s only been one day and I’m already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling.

Never say no when you really want to say yes.

I know these days are special. High school will be a time we remember the whole rest of our lives.

It snuck up on me—growing up, I mean.

Families shrink and expand. All you can really do is be glad for it, glad for each other, for as long as you have each other.

Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt… it’s all a part of being in love.”

He says it with all the certainty only a teenage boy can have, and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.