To All The Boys I've Loved Before (To All The Boys I've Loved Before #1)

by Jenny Han

It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit. That’s why you can’t save it all up like that.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s part of the risk.