Verity

by Colleen Hoover

I hear the crack of his skull before the spattering of blood reaches me.

Well this is starting off good

I’m invisible. Unimportant. Manhattan is too crowded to give a shit about me, and I love her for it.

Most people come to New York to be discovered. The rest of us come here to hide.

It’s what you do when you’ve experienced the worst of the worst. You seek out people like you…people worse off than you…and you use them to make yourself feel better about the terrible things that have happened to you.

I always look tired, and maybe even perpetually bored.

I wasn’t heroic. I wasn’t simple. I was difficult. An emotionally challenging puzzle he wasn’t up for solving.

I think the idea of me is better than the reality of me.

I sometimes think back on the night I met Jeremy and wonder, had we not made eye contact, would my life still end the same?

A writer should never have the audacity to write about themselves unless they’re willing to separate every layer of protection between the author’s soul and their book.

No one is likable from the inside out.

Was it my destiny from the beginning to suffer such a tragic end? Or is my tragic end a result of poor choices rather than fate?

You can’t look at someone the way he looked at me—with the entirety of his past—without also imagining the future.

He closed his eyes and kissed me. The kiss was full of both desire and respect—two things a lot of men didn’t seem to know could go hand in hand.

Sharing a kiss that intimate with a stranger was like saying, “I don’t know you, but I believe I would like you if I did.”

He fed me before he fucked me.

Energy lol

It was as if I’d been standing on the edge of a cliff my whole life, and finally, after meeting Jeremy, I felt confident enough to jump. Because—for the first time in my life—I felt confident that I wouldn’t land. I would keep flying.

And that’s what love at first sight is. It isn’t really love at first sight until you’ve been with the person long enough for it to become love at first sight.

We didn’t leave his apartment for three days. We ate Chinese takeout. We fucked. We ordered pizza. We fucked. We watched TV. We fucked.

It sucks reading about something i deserve lol

I needed to be what made him smile, breathe, wake up in the mornings. And for a while, I was. He loved me more than he loved anything or anyone. I was his sole reason for living. Until he discovered the one thing that meant more to him than I did.

But when a person finds someone who makes all the negativity in their lives disappear, it’s hard not to feed off that person.

It’s very simple, really. Take care of your physical being. Feed it what it needs, not what the conscience tells you it wants. Giving in to cravings of the mind that ultimately hurt the body is like a weak parent giving in to her child. “Oh, you had a bad day? Do you want an entire box of cookies? Okay, sweetie. Eat it. And drink this soda while you’re at it.” Caring for your body is no different from caring for a child. Sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it sucks, sometimes you just want to give in, but if you do, you’ll pay for the consequences eighteen years down the road.

If an attraction is present between two people, those two people can only be one of two things. Involved or not involved. There is no in-between.

Fuck this shit.

My thoughts exactly Lowen!!

As much as I try to forget where it all started to go wrong, I was cursed with this mind that never forgets a single thing.