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

by Jenny Han

The hum of a memory, blurry around the edges, soft and nothing particularly special, all kind of blending into one moment.

“I’ll miss you so much, I’ll want to slit my wrists!” She cackles wildly.

And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.

This is two romantic things in a row, so I figure I should praise him accordingly, because the boy responds well to positive reinforcement.

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

“Mason jars are played out,” Kitty says. “Look on Pinterest. Literally everybody does Mason jars.”

When I blow out the candles and make my wish, I wish that I will always feel for Peter the way I do right now.