Regretting You

by Colleen Hoover

I wonder if humans are the only living creatures that ever feel hollow inside. I don’t understand how my body can be full of everything bodies are full of—bones and muscles and blood and organs—yet my chest sometimes feels vacant, as if someone could scream into my mouth and it would echo inside of me.

It’s a running joke between us that we are so different, if we weren’t sisters, we would hate each other.

the older we get, the less we argue and the more we hang out.

drunk Morgan is my favorite Morgan.”

“Never ask a drunk person to babysit a drunk person!”

“Wanna know what my favorite thing about you is?” Chris asks. My shirt keeps floating up to the surface, so he tucks the front of it into my jeans. “You’re a sacrificer. I don’t even know if that’s a real word, but that’s what you are. You do things you don’t want to do to make life better for the people around you. Like being the designated driver. That doesn’t make you boring. It makes you a hero.”

I don’t know if Miller realizes what his attention (or lack thereof) can do to a person. When he looks at you, he does it in such a way that it makes you feel like the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. He puts his entire body into the look, somehow. He leans forward, his eyebrows draw together in curiosity, he nods his head, he listens, he laughs, he frowns. His expressions while he listens to people are captivating.

I feel pulled to him. Partly because he’s enthralling, but also because I feel like he needs a babysitter.

He thinks more than he speaks.

Sometimes you have to walk away from the fight in order to win it.

Maybe I’m getting bored. Or worse. Maybe I’m boring.

Find something to fill all the empty corners.

“Social media is so confusing.” “So are guys.” “Not as confusing as we are,” she says.

people who make mistakes usually learn from them. That doesn’t make them hypocrites. It makes them experienced.”

Heartbreak builds character.”

the storm inside always eventually settles.

It’s unfair how one event . . . one second . . . can shake the world around you. Toss everything on its head. Ruin every happy moment that led up to that earth-shattering second.

Dramatic songs are like a drug, I imagine. Really bad for you, but they make you feel good.

sometimes you have to walk away from the fight in order to win it.”

who needs clues when you don’t even realize you’re supposed to be playing detective?

I’ve discovered the one thing that just might save me from my monthlong depression. Starbucks.

Such a short sentence, but such a big statement.