We'll Always Have Summer (Summer, #3)

by Jenny Han

He was the first boy I ever kissed. He was my best friend. More and more, I understood. This was the way it was supposed to be. He was the one. My one.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it’s a living, breathing thing and there’s no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

This was a boy who had loved me my whole life, and I was a girl who believed in that love. In that boy.