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“What’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.”
His usage of the word “son” whenever he needed something made me violent. To be fair, watching him convert oxygen to carbon dioxide was enough to put me in a shitty mood.
Here’s a life lesson I’d never wanted to learn. Our secrets are nothing but a string of memories we wish to forget.
“Until she learns to see herself as we do, there’s no chance she’ll say yes. You can’t love someone who doesn’t love herself.”
That red thread of fate connecting us unraveled, freeing me. Somehow, I only felt more trapped.
I’d never met an inanimate object as talented at breaking hearts as a book.
I realized, with depressing clarity, that she wasn’t the venom at all. She was the antidote. But the quantities were all off.
They say you learn from your mistakes, but it’s pointless if you’ll never be in a position to apply that lesson again.
“Pain is growth. Fear is risk. You can’t be happy if you’re not growing and taking risks.”
Kellan made a compelling case for him and me becoming a couple. As if we were destiny. And Tate was such a black-and-white person, I didn’t think he’d be able to accept the beauty in gray.
Falling in love makes you feel immortal. Don’t you want that?
More importantly—she was finally coming to terms with the cover she’d been dealt with in life and remembering what the most important part of the book was. The spine.
People fall in love every day. Good people. Bad people. All the colors in between. They love fast, and hard, and deeply. And sometimes, they are lucky enough to be loved back.
Don’t wait until a moment becomes a memory to appreciate its value. Push through the rain to find the rainbow. You are the most important patient you will ever have.
“Scars are supposed to heal. You’re not supposed to pick at the scab.”
Love is expensive. Its currency is grief. And sometimes, it costs more than you can afford.
Tears are the language of grief. And grief is the language of love.
“Opportunity lasts a moment. Regret lasts a lifetime. It’s something my mom used to say.”
He reminded me of a swan. So graceful above water, but beneath the surface, he was paddling like hell to stay afloat.
Memories are like long-distance relationships. The farther you travel, the weaker they become.
Leah and I were officially back to normal. It felt right. As if no time had passed. Which scared me, in a good way, because while it meant I had something to lose again, it also meant I had something to fight for.
“I love you, Charlotte Richards. I can’t promise you I’ll always be okay, but I can promise you I’ll always love you and I’ll never be ashamed to say it. Over the past five years, I lost myself in grief. But then I found the most precious thing in the world—you.”
