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It’s been six months since he passed away.
I looked at our reflection in the mirror and felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I didn’t know of any other dad who had magic clips.
locking up my home for the very last time.
As we close in on our new town of Ypsilanti,
but I’m not most girls.
waves goodbye.
“You mean you’re going to inhabit your bedroom?” Kel says.
The sound of it is smooth and soothing like my father’s was, but at the same time has an authoritative edge to it.
Classic.
“I love them.
The Avett Brothers are my all-time favorite.
“Lake, you know a band has true talent when their imperfections define perfection.”
After my father died, my mother gave me an early present he had intended to give me for my eighteenth birthday: a pair of Avett Brothers concert tickets.
That’s definitely flirting. And I definitely have butterflies.
Everything about him so far is perfect.
Despite my objections I realize, almost pathetically, that I have just experienced the most passionate kiss I’ve ever received from a guy—and it was on the freaking forehead!
Regret is counterproductive. It’s looking back on a past that you can’t change. Questioning things as they occur can prevent regret in the future.
“There are three questions every woman should be able to answer yes to before she commits to a man. If you answer no to any of the three questions, run like hell.”
“Does he treat you with respect at all times? That’s the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire you to want to be a better person? You find someone you can answer yes about to all three, then you’ve found a good man.”
It’s pleasantly unexpected, though.
I’m mesmerized by her ability to hypnotize an entire audience with such powerfully portrayed words. Just words.
I can’t believe we met only three days ago; it seems like we’ve been doing this for years.
You’re still in high school?”
I hate Michigan.
The silence in the room is deafening. No one speaks, no one moves, no one claps. We are in awe. I am in awe. How does he expect me to transition if he keeps doing things like this?
If there is any man who can take my mind off of Will, it’s definitely Johnny Depp.
I am lucky to have her.
He’s just as confused as I am.
I had no idea.
Girl u so oblivious
The courtyard is empty. I guess none of the other students needs a breather from the teacher they’re secretly in love with.
Will slams poems; I slam doors.
DENIAL. I’M DEFINITELY in denial. And anger. Bargaining? Yes, that too. I’m in all three. All five, maybe. I can’t breathe.
“She’s dying, Will,” I say between sobs. “She has cancer.”
“Let her stay, Julia. She needs me right now.”
I wish we could just carve pumpkins forever.
If only they had been prepared, accepted the inevitable, laid out their plans,
Death. The only thing inevitable in life
“So, I guess we finally stopped carving pumpkins?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Don’t ever make basagna again.”
Acceptance
I CAN HONESTLY SAY I feel like I’ve moved through the five stages of grief in every aspect of my life.
You can’t run to another town, another place, another state. Whatever it is you’re running from—it goes with you. It stays with you until you find out how to confront it.
It would have said a lot less for his character. So I don’t blame him, I respect him. And someday, when I’m ready, I’ll thank him.
So you keep your ocean, I’ll take the Lake.
Oh my god, he loves me. Will Cooper is in love with me.
we’re one big happy family.
