Reminders of Him

by Colleen Hoover

I want to learn how to talk to people without wishing I could retract every word I said.

same

want-my-hands-in-his-hair hair.

There’s a war in his eyes, and I am by no means Switzerland,

It surprises him, almost as if he really did expect us to sit here and chat for the next hour.

some guys do want this 😭

His hands fall to my hips, and he grips them. I shiver from the contact.

im ready for the smut to start

I don’t understand attraction. What is it that draws people to each other? How can dozens of women walk through the doors to this bar every week and I don’t feel the urge to give any of them a second glance? But then this girl waltzes in, and I can’t take my fucking eyes off her.

“I can call you an Uber if you’d prefer that. But I swear, I’m just offering you a ride home. No expectations.”

I'd bet my left nut yall fuck tonight (edit: i now have 1 nut)

I just want someone to listen to me. To hear me out. To understand how much I’m suffering.

I preferred the neglect over the verbal abuse.

I snuggle up to Ivy and try to fall asleep, but I can’t.

you and me both

being here . . . it’s like I can be my truest, most authentic self. I can cry. I can be in a bad mood, or sad, or happy. Any of those moods are accepted here. I don’t feel that anywhere else.” The way he described it made me sad I never had it. “I don’t know what that’s like,” I said.

Regret keeps you stuck on pause.

I mean, the guy turned a bookstore into a bar. What kind of monster would do that?

em would be pissed

She’s right. In the end, if there’s nothing good going on in your life, almost every song becomes depressing, no matter what it’s about.

If there’s one thing spending five years without a life taught me, it’s that I don’t want to waste a single second of the life I have left being scared of confrontation. My cowardice is a big part of why my life has turned out the way it has.

He might not know me, but he feels like the only person I know.

I fucking like her, and the more I’m around her, the more I don’t want to be apart from her.

I forgot what it felt like for someone else to need me. Want me. Like me.

I can’t take much more of this back-and-forth.

ikr me neither fuck already

and I liked that about you so much, because one of the things I’ve always hated about relationships is how make-outs seem to stop when sex becomes a thing.

who are these lame men women be dating

And we’re slowly killing her by continuing to drag out her pain.”

please dont have killed yourself after they changed their minds and forgive you please please please