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I especially hate that someone took advantage of you, that he hurt you. Belittled you. Yelled at you. You’re one of the most important people in my life, and he treated you like shit. And I really fucking hate that.”
He doesn’t just listen to me. He hears me. He sees me. And there’s something precious about that, the way he can look at someone and make them feel like the only person in the room.
He’s not showy, he’s not the life of the party, but he knows how to make a person feel special, to feel loved and cared for.
Sloane: So talk to her. Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.
For Jasper I’d do anything. Except actually tell him that.
It strikes me again that it isn’t enough to heal his wounds. But it’s what I’ve got. I can be a person who really knows who he is rather than what he is. I can listen. When he talks, I’ll always listen.
“Shit happens to the best of us, Sunny, and I am not the best of us.”
“To me you are,” is what I t...
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Come on. Give me something. One bed or two?
life is just moments all strung together like multicolor Christmas lights. You always end up liking some colors better than others.
My last moment and she would never know what she is to me. How much she is to me. That she’s it for me. And that’s just fucking insane. Like a waste.
why would I ever set myself up to lose something so precious?
But fuck, losing someone and having them not know that you care about them? Wishing you could go back and tell them? That’s a special hell.
Sloane is soothing. She’s the eye of the storm. True North. Somehow our compasses always bring us back to each other.
“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”
Everyone in my life has treated me like the tiny ballerina inside a jewelry box. Nice to look at and cute to listen to when you’re in the mood, but easily shut away when you have something else to do.
“Tell me how to make you feel better.”
I’ve never felt more important to someone, and the man hasn’t even touched me.
Him telling me I couldn’t have you? It broke something inside me. Telling me I wasn’t good enough for you? All that did was make me want to be good enough for you.”
“You have always been good enough for me.”
You’re so light and shiny. I don’t want to tarnish you.
After all, he’s Jasper. The boy with sad eyes and a heart of gold.
“See, Sloane? You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”
Because no matter what else is going on in the world, everything is better with her in my arms.
We always end up back together somehow. We just need to stop fighting it.
I want to know. I always want to be the person who knows the most about him.
That’s always been the one thing I’ve had with him that no other woman can claim.
“I feel like I could crumble under the weight of not wanting to disappoint you. I’m paralyzed by my fear of losing you.”
“The thought of needing you this badly and letting you down.” He drops my gaze, shaking his head. “It fucking kills me.”
“It’s always been you, Jasper. It will always be you.” I sigh heavily. “Please tell me what to do with that.”
“I don’t think I suffer from that way of thinking anymore. Suddenly I don’t really care about deserving you when it’s so damn clear you belong to me and always have.”
But his dick has quite literally rendered me speechless.
I love feeling this connected to her right now. Like I could send her subliminal messages and she’d just know.
wanting to see her right now. Not just being mine, but really looking like mine.
“I’ve spent years getting lost in your eyes, Sloane. The rest of you though? It’s all new. I imagine this is what going to Disneyland for the first time is like. Overstimulating.”
“Hi, Sunny.”
“Hi, Jas.”
“What are we going to do today?” “Whatever you want.”
My name looks good on her too.
“The Kindergarten Cup” because “only a bunch of man-children could come up with a game that’s boys against girls”.
Sloane laughs. She’s light and bright. She’s Sunny. She makes me smile so hard my cheeks hurt.
Sloane: Y’all are a bunch of nosy, dirty bitches.
Summer: Where’s the lie?
Willa: Just tell us! On a scale of one to Peter North, how...
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My Jasper. The boy with the sad eyes and the heart of gold who I’ve trusted for years.
Because we’re me and you. We’re us. Unlikely and inevitable all at once. We’re forever.”
I decide I will now refer to this phenomenon as The Jasper Gervais Effect.
“I don’t know how I went so long without you,”
“I never want to go without you again,”
“You’ll never have to,”
