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Who stopped a girl mid-hand job? Although it was more like a hand-internship or hand-volunteer-work than an actual job.
“I can’t believe you did this for me.” He peered over at me and my stomach flipped like there was a wacky-waving-inflatable-arm-flailing tube man going bonkers inside. “When are you going to get it? I’d do anything for you.”
You can’t be disappointed if you don’t have expectations.”
“I wasn’t hangry.” “Says the man on his fifth s’more.”
“Life is all about choices. The things we value and the things we don’t.”
Sometimes drawing that line is the best thing you can do to protect yourself.”
“I love you, Marisa.” This wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but this time it felt different. It felt heart-stoppingly, soul-scorchingly different.
Sometimes we had to push the people we cared about. It’s what friends did.
Sometimes you’re on your own and sometimes it’s better that way.
