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Time. It moves forward even if we don’t.”
A boy who respects a girl will respect the word no without question.
Quade bent and plucked something from the grass. “A dandelion,” he said. He held it close to her mouth. “Make a wish.”
Love, true love, can feel like an out-of-body experience. Like monstrous waves crashing inside you. There’s no pain, just pure pleasure. It feels like you’re connecting on a chemical, even cellular level. It’s so intense that it changes you. You feel him. Everywhere. Like he’s injecting himself straight into your veins. You reach the highest high. At that moment, he’s your world and you’re his. And combined, you’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Pain was also the punishment for love.
“Loving someone doesn’t make you weak.
“For once, I just want to be the one someone can’t live without. I want to be someone’s everything, their purpose, their . . . forever.”
He backtracked, captured her hand, and scribbled I love you into her palm—just as he’d done so many times when they were young—but not the words, the numbers, 1-4-3, just as she had done. One to represent the one letter in I. Four to represent the four letters in love. Three to represent the three letters in you.
“It’s okay to lose your pride over the one you love, but it’s not okay to lose the one you love over your pride.
We fall in love by chance. We stay in love by choice. I choose you to love, Lunden. I choose you,” he repeated.
“The first time I ever wrote those numbers into your palm, I was convinced I would spend my life with you. Then I lost you. I don’t want to lose you a second time.
He showed me I didn’t have to be perfect to be someone he could love.
“Remember how you were irritated with me for spending so much time mowing lawns and doing yard work that one summer?” “Yes. You barely had time for me.” He pointed to the ring. “That was why.
