Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

“A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life,”

I’ve always admired musicians who are able to tune out everyone and everything around them and pour all of their focus into their music.

Sydney: You’re a computer programmer? Me: Already stalking my profile? And yes. I work from home. Graduated two years ago with a degree in computer engineering.

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 assumed that maybe someday, when I was ready, things could have developed between us. However, now that Maggie is in the picture, I realize there can’t be a maybe someday

I lie back on the bed with her. “So don’t be one, then. It takes way more effort to be a bitch than it does to not be one.” She shakes her head. “You can say that because you’re not a bitch.”

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.

Ridge: Better. I can’t hear my own farts, so sometimes I’ll forget that other people can hear them.

Art is just an expression. An expression isn’t the same as an act, as much as it sometimes feels that way.

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.

We’re just two completely confused souls, scared of a much unwanted yet crucial good-bye.

Oh, my heart. Hearing him speak is almost too much to take in. Each word that meets my ears is enough to bring me to my knees, and it’s not even the sound of his voice or the quality of his speech. It’s the fact that he’s choosing this moment to speak for the first time in fifteen years.

He inhales softly, then nervously exhales before continuing. “I need you… to hear this,” he says, cradling my head in his hands. “I… will never… regret you.”

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.”

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

-Warren

When I die, I need to know that I did everything I’ve ever wanted to do, and I’ve seen everything I’ve ever wanted to see, and I’ve loved everyone I’ve ever wanted to love.

-Maggie

it hurts me to admit this, I think I might be better off without you. I also think that maybe someday you’ll realize you’re better off without me.”

-Maggie to Ridge

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.

gray Sounds of Cedar T-shirt.

impossible to put myself in his shoes, though. People with the advantage of hearing take so much for granted,

I relax against his chest, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat. Beat, beat, pause. Beat, beat, pause. Beat, beat, pause. It’s absolutely beautiful. The way it sounds is beautiful. The way it cares is beautiful. The way it loves is beautiful. He presses his lips to the top of my head. I close my eyes… and I cry.

Brennan leans forward and begins to sing, and I remain completely immobile as Warren signs every word to the song while Ridge keeps his focus on the fingers strumming his guitar. Watching the three of them together, seeing the beauty they can create from a few words and guitars, is mesmerizing.

There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. You would think there would only be so much you could do with twenty-six letters. You would think there were only so many ways those letters could make you feel when mixed up and shoved together to make words.

I’ve never felt so much at once. I’ve never needed to feel more. I lift my head and look back down into her eyes. She’s a part of me now. I’m a part of her. I kiss her softly on the nose and mouth and chin, then press my ear against her heart again. For the first time in my life, I hear absolutely everything.