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Leaving Paradise
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“Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze.
"Yeah," I say.
"Why?"
I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.”
― Leaving Paradise
"Yeah," I say.
"Why?"
I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.”
― Leaving Paradise
“Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine? Does she even realize what she's doing to me? I know, I know. I'm not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girl's knee is driving me insane. I don't even know what I'm feeling for Maggie, I just know that I'm feeling. It's something I've tried to avoid and deny until yesterday, when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt.
God, our knees touching isn't enough. I need more.
She's knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls away like before? I've never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.
I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.
She doesn't seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.
When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn't jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails.
I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It's more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward and inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.
When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I'm grateful she hasn't come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows my thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I'd realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.
With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers.
I'm holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.
I'm not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She's avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her head and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them?
The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It's our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.”
― Leaving Paradise
God, our knees touching isn't enough. I need more.
She's knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls away like before? I've never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.
I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.
She doesn't seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.
When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn't jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails.
I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It's more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward and inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.
When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I'm grateful she hasn't come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows my thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I'd realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.
With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers.
I'm holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.
I'm not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She's avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her head and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them?
The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It's our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.”
― Leaving Paradise
“It's hard keeping everything the same when the same things look and feel so different”
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― Leaving Paradise
“the scary part is that people don't realize how much they've changed .”
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― Leaving Paradise
“being afraid to take chances is scarier than actually doing things that challenge you.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“Sometimes you have to steer away from the crowd in order to be a better person. It's not always easy, that's for sure. But it's right. And sometimes doing the right thing feels good, even if it does end up in a trip to the principal's office.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“No, the next time i kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And then when we're done you're gonna realize being turned on is not about experience”
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― Leaving Paradise
“My dream is to find a guy who'll love me despite my flaws and won't turn away from me when a perfect girl walks by. Maybe a boy like that doesn't even exist.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“You're stressing too much about what might be. Do something to take your mind off thinking about what might never happen.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“Being brave is not as easy as it looks.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“I wasn't going to kiss you."'
'You weren't?' I look up look up at him.
[...]
'Nope, the next time I kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And when we're done you're going to realize being turned on is not about experience.”
― Leaving Paradise
'You weren't?' I look up look up at him.
[...]
'Nope, the next time I kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And when we're done you're going to realize being turned on is not about experience.”
― Leaving Paradise
“It's as if I'm taking away his pain and he's taking away mine.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“what could i do to make the one i loved love me back ?”
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― Leaving Paradise
“Being told when to shit, shower, shave, eat, and sleep isn't my idea of paradise. But then again, Paradise, where i grew up, wasn't paradise either. I'm wondering if paradise is just some word in the dictionary with the definition: this doesn't fucking exist.
--Caleb to himself”
― Leaving Paradise
--Caleb to himself”
― Leaving Paradise
“I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“I want to be wherever you are.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“I let it all out--my mom's date,my dad's conversation,my confusion about it all.Caleb doesn't laugh,he doesn't pull away,he doesn't talk .. He just lets me be me.
When I settle down,I lean back and witness the mess I've made on his shirt."I made ur shirt all gross," I say between sniffles.
"Forget the shirt.What's going on? I could.nt understand a word you mumbled into my chest." Now I'm half laughing and half crying.”
― Leaving Paradise
When I settle down,I lean back and witness the mess I've made on his shirt."I made ur shirt all gross," I say between sniffles.
"Forget the shirt.What's going on? I could.nt understand a word you mumbled into my chest." Now I'm half laughing and half crying.”
― Leaving Paradise
“I'm standing here, holding a half a lemon in my hand. I'm speechless, I'm excited . . . I'm a wreck. Caleb wants to be where I am.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“I'll tell you what's real. Real is that I was in jail for the past year, rooming with drug dealers and eating crap food your dog wouldn't touch. Real is not being able to wear your own frickin' underwear and showering with twenty-five other dicks every day while guards watch. Real is my next-door neighbor who walks like she's balancing on stilts because her leg is so fucked up from the accident. Brian, your perception of reality is totally off.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“A veces hay que alejarse de la multitud para ser una mejor persona. No siempre es fácil, eso es seguro. Pero es correcto. Y a veces hacer lo correcto se siente muy bien.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“— ¿Me estas siguiendo? —ella pregunta, pero no se encuentra con mi mirada.
—Si —le digo.
— ¿Por qué?
— ¿Honestamente?
Ella me mira, sus cejas enarcadas. Le doy la única respuesta honesta y verdadera que tengo.
—Estas donde yo quiero estar.”
― Leaving Paradise
—Si —le digo.
— ¿Por qué?
— ¿Honestamente?
Ella me mira, sus cejas enarcadas. Le doy la única respuesta honesta y verdadera que tengo.
—Estas donde yo quiero estar.”
― Leaving Paradise
“Cómo me gustaría poder retroceder al año pasado y empezar de nuevo. La vida no te permite hacer eso. No es posible borrar el pasado, pero voy a tratar de hacer que otras personas lo olviden.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“—Te diré a lo que es real. Real es que yo estaba en la cárcel durante el último año, quedándome en conjunto con los distribuidores de drogas y consumiendo una porquería de basura como alimento, que ni siquiera tu perro tocaría. Real es no poder usar la maldita ropa interior propia y ducharte con veinticinco pollas de otros tipos todos los días mientras los guardias vigilan el reloj. Real es que mi vecina de al lado que camina como si estuviera en equilibrio sobre unos zancos, porque la pierna está tan jodido por el accidente. Brian, tu percepción de la realidad es totalmente errónea.”
― Leaving Paradise
― Leaving Paradise
“Es difícil mantener todo igual cuando las mismas cosas lucen y se sienten diferentes.”
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― Leaving Paradise
“But now he stops hammering, his back still to me when he yells, "Would you stop staring at me?”
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― Leaving Paradise
“Slowly, silently, I reach out and slip the glass out of her hand.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The old lady's voice startles me and I jump back. Mrs. Reynolds has one eye open like tha guy from the cartoon monster movie. "I, uh, thought you were napping."
"Do I look like I'm napping?"
"Right now you don't.”
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"What do you think you're doing?"
The old lady's voice startles me and I jump back. Mrs. Reynolds has one eye open like tha guy from the cartoon monster movie. "I, uh, thought you were napping."
"Do I look like I'm napping?"
"Right now you don't.”
― Leaving Paradise
