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That’s the thing about distance: it either gives you time to move on from someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.
“Me estoy muriendo por besarte,” he murmurs quietly, almost rasping.
“I’m not going to tell you that,” he says. “Because I’m not over you.”
No te rindas.
“When it comes to you, it’s simple: as long as you don’t give up, I won’t either.”
Is there a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?
“You’ve got nothing to be worried about,” he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, “because, baby, I’m all yours.”
“I want you more than that kid down there wants to catch a foul ball,”
I don’t want you. I need you.”
“I need you because you’re one of the few people I trust. I need you because you saw me the way I used to be and you still stuck around. I need you because I’m in love with you, Eden, and I have no idea how I’ll ever get over you.”
“I don’t know what being in love with someone is supposed to feel like,” Tyler admits with a breathy laugh, “but if being in love means thinking about someone every second of every day…if being in love means your entire mood shifts when they’re around…if being in love means you’d do anything and everything for them,” he murmurs, “then I am endlessly in love with you.”
According to her, anyone who can throw a punch at Dad is more than welcome to stay.
