Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

don’t want to seem like those kinds of people at all. It has to get old, having to field the same questions over and over.

they think being louder will somehow miraculously make me hear again. However, it does nothing but force me to contain my laughter while they talk to me as if I’m an idiot.

people don’t do it to be disrespectful. It’s just simple ignorance,

My entire body is battling itself. My left brain is telling me this is somehow wrong, my right brain is wanting to hear her sing again, my stomach is nowhere to be found, and my heart is punching itself in the face with one arm and hugging itself with the other.

I’m feeling so conflicted by this entire situation is that I did have a little hope. Although I wasn’t ready for anything right now, I thought the possibility would be there. I assumed that maybe someday, when I was ready, things could have developed between us.

They’re better than most, just worse than some.

I don’t feel guilty simply because I’m staring at her. I feel guilty for how it’s making me feel.

attraction is an ugly beast,

For her I bend, for you I break

because our feelings for each other are becoming so much stronger than our desire. Desire is easy to fight. Especially when the only weapon desire possesses is attraction. It’s not so easy when you’re trying to win a war against the heart.

keep my eyes on the paper and continue to write the words I honestly wish I didn’t feel.

I’m convinced that people come across others in life whose souls are completely compatible with their own. Some refer to them as soul mates. Some refer to it as true love. Some people believe their souls are compatible with more than one person, and I’m beginning to understand how true that might be.

Our souls aren’t just compatible—they’re perfectly attuned. I feel everything she feels. I understand things she never even has to say. I know that what she needs is exactly what I could give her, and what she’s wishing she could give me is something I never even knew I needed. She understands me. She respects me. She astounds me. She predicts me. She’s never once, since the second I met her, made me feel as if my inability to hear is even an inability at all. I can also tell just by looking at her that she’s falling in love with me.

feel better about leaving you alone.” She sighs and turns her head, looking

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we could be perfect for each other’s life, Sydney. It’s our lives that aren’t perfect for us.

A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life.

His eyes scroll carefully over my face as if he’s committing me to memory. His memory is the last place I want to be. I would give anything to always be in his present.

It’s making me feel like I want to be the only man that you ever see.

Inhale, exhale. I just officially lost the war on my heart.

He failed to protect her from the harsh truth that people don’t get to choose who they fall in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.” I

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”

I don’t know why I’m trying to hide my reaction from him, but isn’t that what people do? We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it’s somehow wrong to have natural reactions to life.

Heroines don’t need protecting.

My mind needs to catch up to my heart.

until the very last line.